Strap It On

The girls aren’t here to tease. Joanna angles the thick strap between Ivy’s ass cheeks and pushes—smooth, steady—until the toy vanishes. Ivy’s breath hisses; her tattoos flex against trembling skin. Joanna grips the harness, hips snapping harder, driving each stroke to the hilt. Ivy claws the sheets, mouth slack, eyes rolling as pleasure curls her spine. Every thrust knocks a tight, wet sound from her. Joanna’s free hand finds Ivy’s clit, two fingers rolling fast, forcing sharp little gasps. Ivy comes first, legs quaking, voice shredded. Joanna keeps the rhythm, chasing her own peak with short, urgent thrusts until she groans and folds over Ivy’s back, sweat-slicked skin sliding together. Neither girl stops until both are spent and shaking.