The Art of Lesbian Anal: Assthletics

Topless Adriana Chechik stretches on the sofa, ready to settle a bet with Lyra Law. Both women have trained hard; whoever wins gets anything she wants. Lyra steps inside in a tight white sports bra and yoga pants, hefting a thick black strap-on that glistens under the lights. Lose, and that cock is the consequence. Lyra orders her to lose the top. Adriana leans back, and Lyra’s mouth finds her nipples, sucking each stiff peak. Her hands slide lower, tugging Adriana’s panties aside and brushing the neat bush underneath. Then her tongue parts slick folds, licking slow circles until Adriana’s cunt grows shiny and hungry. Spreading wide, Adriana lifts both legs, holding her thighs against her chest while Lyra rims the tight pink ring, tongue flicking in and out. Lyra peels off her own pants and points downward. Adriana drops to her knees, lips locking on to her mistress’ swollen clit. Every wet pull of her tongue makes Lyra’s hips buck; Lyra grips the back of Adriana’s head and rides her mouth until her thighs shake and she gasps her release. Spinning, Lyra presses her ass to Adriana’s face. Ordered to keep her own fingers busy, Adriana rubs her clit raw, dipping two fingers inside as she devours Lyra’s hole. The taste pushes Adriana closer to the edge. Lyra shifts again, turns Adriana over, and answers with equal measure: two deft fingers rolling the swollen bud until the orgasm crashes through her and a hot stream of squirt splashes the cushions. Then Lyra climbs on her face, grinding cunt against eager tongue while slick fingers strum Adriana once more, wrenching another gushing release. She shoves the thick silicone head past Adriana’s lips, making her choke on the taste of her own release. With those fingers still working, another wave sprays across Lyra’s wrist. Strapping the harness in place, Lyra coats her index finger with lube and pushes into Adriana’s rear, opening the tight hole. She eases the head in, then drives the shaft deeper with each stroke. Adriana’s breath leaves her in broken gasps. The strap-on thrusts keep coming—long, sharp, skilled—until Adriana’s thighs quiver and her pussy sprays again, flooding the sofa. No rest. Lyra forces every inch back in, angling her hips to hit new spots while the harness straps smack Adriana’s ass. She pauses only to let Adriana taste herself off the shaft, then turns her around. Reverse cowgirl this time: Adriana impales herself over and over, Lyra’s fingers dancing across her clit until she sprays once more. Finally Adriana buries her face between Lyra’s thighs, licking hard, sucking the swollen clit until Lyra bucks, grabs her hair, and comes with a long, shaking moan.