Strapped For Pleasure

Cherie and AJ kissed like they’d been holding the thought for months. They had never touched this way before. The waiting pulled at them, tight and hot. AJ said she wanted the strap-on. Cherie’s fingers slid under AJ’s breast, cupping weight and nipple. They talked while they kissed, tongues slow, breath shared, about the way the cock would open her. Her voice dropped when she said it aloud. Cherie fastened the harness, the straps tight against bare skin. She pressed the tip between AJ’s thighs and worked it inside. AJ’s mouth fell open. She gasped. Cherie fucked her deep, long strokes that hit every aching spot. AJ clung to her, nails pressing into shoulders. When Cherie switched to her ass, AJ begged for it louder, hips lifting to meet each thrust. They kissed again, wetter now, tasting each other’s sounds. AJ came first, hips jerking hard, then a second time, body shaking as Cherie kept moving. Their cries filled the quiet. Nothing felt planned. Only heat, wet skin, and want that had waited long enough.