Lesbian Babes & Strap Ons

Kylie and Vanessa crashed into each other, lips already open, tongues working like they needed more air. Kylie tugged Vanessa’s dress down, freed her tits, sucked a nipple hard enough to make the girl swear. Vanessa’s fingers found her panties and peeled them sideways. They were both soaked—slippery fingers, sticky thighs. Vanessa shoved Kylie onto the bed, spread her wide, and knelt between her legs. She ate her like she was starving, dragging her tongue from cunt to clit, keeping it sloppy on purpose. Kylie bucked, cursing every time Vanessa’s nose brushed the swollen hood. Then Vanessa reached for the harness. She fastened it in a single practiced move, spit on the slick head of the strap, and lined it up. One thrust and she was buried to the hilt; Kylie moaned loud enough to echo down the hall. Vanessa fucked hard and steady, hips slapping, sweat sliding down her stomach. Kylie’s fingers dug into the sheets, the toy riding deep on every stroke, angle perfect. When Vanessa grabbed Kylie’s ankles and pressed her knees to her shoulders, the sound got wetter. Juices ran. Kylie came shaking, mouth open, muscles fluttering around every inch inside her. Vanessa didn’t stop until the second orgasm rolled through Kylie’s thighs, leaving both of them panting, skin slick, sheets ruined.