Womanhandled

Maya and Nicole sit close, trading stories like old friends always do. Nicole teases her about some mysterious man and Maya surprises her by saying there isn't one and probably never will be. She's gay, and lately she's stopped pretending otherwise. Nicole's eyes widen but she leans in, genuinely happy for her friend. She's straight herself, she says, though after her latest breakup she's starting to wonder. Men keep disappointing her where it matters. They fuck her fine but they never get her, not really. Maya smirks. She tells Nicole women do it better. Nicole laughs, embarrassed, and admits she's curious but knows what she likes: being handled. Thrown around. Fucked hard. A lesbian can still do that, Maya answers. Nicole shakes her head and confesses she wants something inside her, thick and deep. Maya's smile sharpens. That's exactly what a strap-on is for. She slips out and returns holding one. Nicole takes it, fingers running along the smooth length, cheeks flushing as she glances up at Maya. The idea of Maya wearing it sinks in and her breath catches. Maya notices. She asks if Nicole wants to see her put it on. Nicole hesitates, then nods, voice low and eager. Whatever Maya wants. Clothes come off fast after that. Maya keeps her promise and manhandles her thoroughly. Nicole ends up on her back, legs spread wide, moaning while Maya drives into her. Then Maya flips her onto all fours and takes her ass, slow at first, then rough, the thick strap-on stretching her open. Nicole pushes back, greedy for it. Later Maya pulls out and presses the shaft to Nicole's lips; she opens without hesitation, tasting herself before Maya guides her back down to eat her out. They trade kisses, filthy and deep. Nicole rides Maya's face, thighs shaking, until Maya flips her again and fucks her from behind until she's shaking and spent. Nicole doesn't need a man after all.