Honey Bunny - Part 4

She spreads her thighs wider on the velvet couch. Her girlfriend kneels between them, the strap-on slick with lube already. One smooth thrust and the head vanishes between flushed lips. A wet sound follows, greedy. The girl on her back lifts her hips, chasing it, needing the next stroke deeper. Their bodies slap together in a steady rhythm, skin glowing with sweat. She reaches down, fingers finding her own clit, circling tight and fast. The other woman leans in, breath hot at her ear, and mutters filthy things between each hard thrust. Every push draws a louder moan, every pull leaves her slick and open. The toy hits just right, the angle brutal, perfect. Pleasure builds low and tight, then snaps, rolling through her in waves. She comes hard, clenching around the length inside her. Her lover slows only long enough to feel it, then starts again, fucking her through the aftershocks until the room fills with nothing but ragged breath and the wet, obscene sound of bodies meeting.