Strap On Girls

Kay already soaks the sheets when Freya dips two fingers deep and curls them. A fresh shiver runs straight down her spine. Freya smiles, wipes her hand across her mouth, and reaches for the harness on the nightstand. The leather straps are cool at first, then warm fast against her skin. Kay watches through heavy eyelids while Freya bucks the silicone cock into place and tightens the final buckle. A single tug lines it up with Kay’s wet folds. The first push parts her lips; the second sinks the length in to the hilt. Both women gasp at the slow stretch. Freya’s hips pick up a rhythm that snaps their bodies together, skin against skin, slick sounds blooming every time she drives in. Kay claws the pillow, heels locked around Freya’s waist, cunt pulsing around every greedy thrust. Pleasure knots tighter, then snaps. Kay shudders through one long, broken cry while Freya fucks her straight through it, hips still snapping, mouth open on a grin that says she’s nowhere near finished.