Back on The Scene

Gloria's divorce had barely begun to fade from her skin when she brought Frances home. They kissed that first time outside the restaurant, hands brushing fabric. Now Frances sat on the edge of her wide bed and laid out what she called her collection: slim glass, silicone that gleamed, leather straps dyed the color of an old saddle. Gloria watched Frances buckle the harness low on her hips, adjust the black dildo that jutted forward, then nodded once and reached for the buckles herself. Frances helped her guide the curved shaft, checking the fit until leather hugged the soft hollow above Gloria's ass. The cock bobbed when Gloria stood, heavy enough to tap her thigh. She wrapped her fingers around it, tested the give of the base against her mound, and felt her breath catch when the motion dragged heat against her cunt. Frances lay back against the pillows, knees falling open, inviting Gloria to test weight, to push, to fuck with it exactly the way she wanted to feel taken.