Lesbians In Control

Kenna steps into the leather harness with that same effortless grace she brings to everything. She cinches the straps, the toy snug between her legs, dark silicone glinting under the lights. Megan watches from the bed, knees pulled apart, already wet. She reaches down, spreads herself wider, offering. Kenna crawls forward, takes Megan's jaw in her hand, thumb grazing her bottom lip before she kisses her hard. When Kenna thrusts, Megan gasps, head tipping back. The rhythm builds, every slick sound punctuated by quiet curses and breathy laughs. Kenna's hand finds Megan's throat, not squeezing, just holding. They move like they know exactly where the other needs it, like they've done this before and will again. Sweat gathers at the small of Kenna's back. Megan's nails dig crescent moons into her shoulder blades. The pace grows rougher, steadier, inevitable. When Megan comes, her thighs tremble around Kenna's hips, her voice breaking on Kenna's name like she's grateful for the release and almost surprised by how much she wanted it.