Play With My Toy

Mea had bought the new dildo that morning and left it on the carpet behind her chair. Nathaly arrived early and saw it right away. Neither of them looked away first. Nathaly picked the toy up, turned it over once in her hands, and set it between them like an opened bottle of wine. Mea’s breath caught, but she stayed where she was. Nathaly slid a knee onto the couch and asked, in a voice that didn’t pretend to be surprised, whether she wanted help testing it. Mea nodded before she could answer out loud. They took their clothes off fast—shirts first, then the rest—so skin met skin quickly. Nathaly sat back on her heels, slicked the toy, and pressed the tip inside Mea in one slow push. The stretch burned for a heartbeat, then softened into heat that spread down Mea’s thighs. She clenched around the silicone, and Nathaly pushed again, deeper this time, until the flared base met Mea’s lips. Nathaly moved her wrist in tight circles. Each turn dragged the curved head across the spot Mea couldn’t reach herself. Mea’s toes curled. She reached for Nathaly’s wrist to slow her down, but Nathaly caught her hand and pressed it flat to the couch, shaking her head once—let me. She fucked her with short, even strokes until Mea’s stomach tensed and her moan broke. Wetness ran down the toy onto Nathaly’s fingers. Nathaly pulled it free, licked the side once, and handed it over so Mea could do the same. They tasted her on the silicone, mouths close, breath shared, already shifting positions for another round.