Wild sexual fantasies

They start with mouths. She presses the flat of her tongue against the girl’s clit, lazy strokes turning quick and wet. Spit and slick mix, running down to the crease of her ass. The girl writhes, heels digging into the bed. Someone produces the strap-on, dark leather pulled tight across hips. The girl’s thighs are spread wider, knees falling open. The dildo nudges her entrance—thick, warm, already slick—then pushes. She gasps, hips lifting to meet the thrust. They set a pace, long and deliberate, bodies slapping wet each time the strap buries itself to the hilt. The woman fucks her with purpose, one hand pinning the girl’s hip, the other sliding between them to rub her clit in tight circles. The moans get louder, throatier, spilling out until the girl comes with a broken sound and the sound of lube-slick skin.