Strap On Dana

Avi lies face down, knees bent, spine arched. Her hips tilt up, offering her ass. Dana grabs her cheeks with both hands, fingers sinking into flesh. She pulls them apart and runs her tongue once around the rim before she dives in. She licks broad, hungry strokes that make Avi gasp into the sheets. Spit slides down over the pucker and Dana catches it with her mouth, pushes it back inside. Avi’s toes curl. Dana pulls away only to spit again, this time watching the wetness drip down the seam of Avi’s pussy before she returns to work. She stands, lubes the thick strap jutting from her harness, and lines the head at Avi’s entrance. Avi pushes back. The head sinks in. Dana gives her one slow, deliberate inch at a time until her hips meet Avi’s cheeks. She holds there, letting Avi’s hole clench and relax, then she starts to fuck. Each thrust is steady and deep, pelvis meeting flesh with a quiet smack. Dana reaches down, circles her thumb against Avi’s clit. The first orgasm ripples through Avi in tight, rolling waves; her cries muffle in the pillow. Dana doesn’t stop. She flips Avi onto her back, lifts her ankles over her shoulders, and drives in again. Avi shakes through the second one, eyes glazed, hands clutching her own breasts. Dana kisses her, tasting every broken moan while her hips grind in tight circles. When Avi comes a third time, her whole body arches clean off the mattress, mouth open, breath caught, thighs trembling around Dana’s waist.