Women Seeking Women #41

She slid the lace away with two fingers, feeling herself slick and ready. Her breath caught when the tip pushed past the first ring of resistance, then the thick head slipped home. One deliberate thrust seated the entire length inside her. Her hand gripped hard around the silicone. The other smoothed over her stomach, breasts, then pinched each nipple until they hardened between her fingers. She pulled the toy almost all the way out, wetness clinging to it, before driving back in—slow at first, each stroke a focused roll of the hips. Heat gathered low and spread, spilling through her belly. She braced her shoulders against the wall. Her thighs flexed. A soft cry broke when the angle found the right place inside and pressed there, sending tremors through her ass and belly. She kept it steady, chasing the next wave with small, controlled rocks of her wrist and short, hungry thrusts.