Devi Emmerson - Part 1

Devi felt the change the second the blonde girl's harness settled against her hips. Bare under the lights, knees already opened, she watched the strap-on snap into place. The blonde didn't waste time. One hand pressed Devi's thigh wider while the other guided the silicone head between her lips. It slid in with a wet sound that filled the studio. Devi's back arched off the couch, the fabric rough against her spine. She hadn't expected to want it this much. The straps dug into the blonde's ass each time she pushed forward. Her small breasts bounced with the motion, nipples dark and tight. Devi reached up, palms sliding over those nipples, pinching just enough to make the blonde thrust harder. The dildo bottomed out and stayed there, grinding against Devi's clit with every small movement of her hips. She could smell the leather, the faint sweetness of lube mixing with the heat of skin. Her cunt clenched and released around the thickness, over and over, until the pressure built so tight she shook with it. When she came, it ripped through her like a pulled thread, legs shaking, a low sound escaping her throat she barely recognized as her own.