Better In The Barn

They rode hard, horses and heat still on their skin when they slipped into the barn. Missy and Lylith hardly paused, hands already busy, peeling clothes as they kissed. Big tits spilled free and heavy, nipples brushing skin. Lylith pushed Missy back onto a hay bale, spread her thighs, and fingered her deep and steady. Missy moaned, hips rocking, the wet sound of Lylith’s fingers inside her filling the quiet space. She grabbed for the strap, sliding it between Missy’s slick folds, working the toy in with firm strokes. Missy’s breasts shook with every thrust, her breath sharp. Lylith leaned in, mouth hot on her neck, fingers and toy working her until Missy came hard, body tight and trembling around her. Lylith didn’t stop until she’d wrung every last shake from her, leaving them both flushed and glistening in the half-light.