Strap On Fuck Affair with Kiki Daire

Kiki wore the red lingerie I'd picked for her weeks ago—matching it with beige stockings that sat taut against her thighs and black heels that clicked when she shifted. Her hair, blonde usually, might tangle from the Miami heat, but right now it made her look undone, ready. Too long since we'd been in the same room. Too long since I'd had what I wanted. She dropped her bag and took out the harness, strapping the dildo between her legs with quiet focus, the silicone already warm from her hand. I pulled the fabric aside and leaned back against the edge of the table. One thrust, then another, and it sank deeper, dragging against the places that made my cunt twitch and my hips jerk. Her weight pressed me down with each push, heavy, firm, relentless. When I came, I stayed just long enough to feel it, then switched places—mouth between her thighs, tongue quick over the same spot the toy had filled. She held the back of my head while I licked, wet on wet, her taste in my throat. Later she stretched out, feet bare on the sheets, and we lay angled at each other, toes in each other's mouths, sucking slow until the room went quiet. That's how old friends catch up.