Blonde Jokes - Part 3

Sky Lopez already had Ashley pinned over the wooden bar rail, wrists wrapped tight in leather cuffs she’d pulled from her own bag. Ashley’s cheek pressed into the sticky countertop, breath fogging up a ring of condensation around an abandoned shot glass. Sky dragged her strap-on against Ashley’s slick slit, pressing the head just inside. She waited, thumb resting on Ashley’s lower back, until Ashley’s hips twitched in search of more. Sky snapped her hips forward and filled her in one clean thrust. Ashley gasped; her earrings clinked against empty beer bottles. Sky set a deliberate pace—deep and measured, letting every ridge of the silicone toy drag against Ashley’s walls before pulling almost all the way out. The leather straps around her hips creaked softly with each shift. A few of the bar lights had been dimmed; the only witnesses were mirrored whiskey bottles and an untouched row of bar stools. Ashley’s moans came low, throat rumbling against lacquered wood. Sky’s free hand slipped between Ashley’s legs, fingers stroking tight circles over her clit in time with each thrust. Every so often Sky pulled Ashley upright by the cuffs, forcing her to stand and watch their reflection in the long mirror behind the bar—Ashley flushed, legs shaking, Sky’s strap gleaming with slick. When Sky’s thumb found a rhythm that made Ashley tremble, Sky leaned in close and whispered into the back of her neck, “Not so quiet now.” Ashley broke with a raw cry that rattled the bottles and sprayed fine droplets onto the rail. Sky didn’t stop. She kept driving until Ashley shuddered again, legs buckling, cuffs keeping her upright while pleasure raced through her.