Better Than The Real Thing

Selena swiped through the app half-distracted, searching for a cock she could finally take inside her. The moment Annie caught her, the older woman shut the phone down hard. Dating apps, she said, were trouble. Selena wouldn’t budge. She wanted to be fucked properly. Later Annie returned from the store carrying a flesh-colored strap-on that swung heavy in its box. She set it on the kitchen table and offered herself as the safer choice. Selena stared, color flushing up her throat, then nodded once. They moved to the bedroom. Annie buckled the harness low on her hips, let the thick head press between Selena’s folds, and sank in inch by inch. Both women moaned at the same time. Selena’s thighs tightened around Annie’s waist, and Annie kept driving—deeper, steadier—until the strap disappeared entirely and the wet slap of skin filled the room. Heat built fast. Annie’s hand found Selena’s clit, and suddenly the straight woman found herself grinding her own bare cunt against the base of the toy, chasing the throb she hadn’t expected. She came with a sharp gasp, hips stuttering, shocked by how badly she wanted more of her stepdaughter’s taste on her tongue.