Amateur College Girl Scissoring

Title: “Sisterly Scissoring Shenanigans: A Dirty Debutante Delight”

By: Pervy Paul Peterson

The video title, “Amateur College Girl Scissoring,” promises a voyeuristic peek into the naughty antics of young women getting up to no good. Let’s dive in and explore this slice of sexy sisterly shenanigans in 1000 dirty words.

The scene opens on a cramped sorority dorm room, decorated in the usual messy college girl fashion – strewn clothes, empty snack bags, and half-drunk Gatorade bottles litter the frayed carpet. Two fresh-faced blondes, who look barely legal yet ooze an unmistakable trailer-park desperation, lounge on the tangled bed, whispering and giggling, clearly up to something naughty.

Without much preamble, the shorter of the two, a petite blonde barely topped with a cute pixie cut, slithers onto her knees and buries her face between the other’s creamy thighs. The Other One, a gangly, all-legs blonde, arches her back, her oversized tee riding up to expose pert, pink nipples. She lets out a squeal, quickly stifled by a well-chewed thumb jammed between her teeth. “Oh fuh-fuh-fuh, honey, yessss!”

Slurping and smacking, Pixie Pops her head up, strings of girl-sauce connecting her glossy lips to the Other One’s hot pink razor-burned snatch. “Mmmm, you taste like sweet tarts and desperation! Can’t believe I’ve gone this long without a taste of this twin treating, home-grown spread.”

Twin treating? Damn, they’re identical! This just got even filthier. And somehow, that alliteration makes it dirtier too.

Pixie gets back to her licky duties. But now we get a side view, so we can see her tight lil’ ass as she humps the air while eating her sis raw. The Other arches her back, spreads-eagle, and grinds her other twin’s face. They moan in unison, a lewd harmony of feminine need.

Now, Pixie’s nimble fingers join the party. In a flash, she’s got two digits buried knuckle-deep in her sis’s dripbox, finger-banging away as that naughty pink tongue swirls around her hood piercing. “Fuck yeah, sis! Milk my fingers like you did Mom’s titties when we were babies!”

The Other groans, a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. “Oh sh-shit, Pix! You’re gonna make me squirt! I’m n-n-not supposed to do that ’til I’m 21!”

“Ahh, fuck sorority rules!” Pixie spits, fingers pumping on overdrive. “Squirt, bitch! Get that sticky sugar all over your sheets!” To punctuate, she lashes that agile tongue right across the Other’s clit, the adorable, acrobatic movements hidden between the Other’s heaving thighs.

The Other thrashes, back bowing to a letter-B, as Pixie chugs-a-lugs her squirt with an unladylike, “glglglglMMMM!” A jet fourth-grader would be envious of streaks across those orgasmic cheeks, and drips plop-plop-plops onto the stained sheets. “Ooooooohmypixigod!”

As Pixie wipes her face on her sister’s tank top, we cut to a new shot. The twins have moved to a 69, curls and bare snatches mashed together like a carnal clam sandwich. Their bodies glisten, perspiring post-orgasmic gel, as they hump and grind with the sexual obliviousness of animals in heat. They moan, inarticulate, needy. No doubt one’s clit will be sucked and one pussy filled in five minutes flat.

They scissor, twined and undulating, rubbing each other out like frustrated, pent-up lesbo Danube Swans swirling together against the current of their horny juices. Their nipples, bare where the Other’s rucked up shirt left them, rub and graze like teenage-finger plasters on a 49-cent yutz de tört. It’s a carnal Russian doll dance, but the dolls have holes for eyes and one hole as three.

Slowly, the frenzied humping turns more methodical. They lock thighs with each other, grinding testers grinding gears, as their rub-rub-rubs intensify into forceful scissor-pump-pumps. Pixie bites the Other’s knee with a lascivious grunt. With her free hand, she reaches down and jams three fingers deep into her own drooler, twisting like a sucker. In response, the Other pistons her own digits into Pixie’s pink, in a cool compromise of coitus. They start counter-rubbing, twin tentacles coiling, uncoiling, in a dance of dissipating desire.

Both twins start going CrossEye, faces contorting as they nearsquirt, blubbering and blubbing. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna… FUCK!” They simult-squirt-squirt, bodies flailing, spurting, squirting splatter like a fraternity shower.

They slump together as limp, sticky, satisfied noodles. Slowly, they writhe apart, entwined, sweaty limbs separating like barnacles after a hard fuck. They twitch and shiver, aftershocked, napping. The camera lingers a few extra beats, catching those last few post-coital wriggles.

And fade.

The end. Roll credits. Pixie and the Other: deployed. Like ninjas. Terrible ninjas.