All Bed No Breakfast

Kenna James steps through the door of the quaint bed and breakfast, her body humming with the promise of release. Anna Claire Clouds greets her, warm smile in place, then lifts the suitcase and hauls it inside. A clasp gives way and the lid flips open; clothes, lube, condoms, a shiny chrome harness, and the thick strap-on tumble across the hardwood. Kenna’s face burns. She forces a laugh. “Trying to get lucky this trip,” she mutters. Anna tilts her head, eyes sliding over the silicone shaft, then back to Kenna. “Lucky’s a two-person job,” she says, voice low and sure. “Room’s upstairs. Lock the door behind you.” Minutes later Anna is stripped, knees braced on the quilt, ass offered high and round. Kenna fastens the harness, the weight of the cock swinging between her thighs, heavy and solid. She slicks it, presses the blunt head to Anna’s slick folds, and pushes. Anna groans, spine arching as every inch glides in. Kenna grips her hips, thrusting steady and deep while the base taps Anna’s clit on every stroke. Sweat beads on Anna’s lower back; her thighs tremble. Kenna leans over, teeth at her shoulder, and drives harder, fucking her until Anna’s cries turn ragged and her cunt tightens around the toy in pulsing waves.