Bridging Gaps With Straps

Isa Bella and Rose Carter snapped at each other across the kitchen. "You took it without asking." Rose wouldn't back down. "She left it here. Finders keepers." Their stepmother, Katrina Colt, walked in on the bickering and pressed them for answers. After some heated back-and-forth she learned the truth: Isa's ex had left a strap-on behind, and Rose claimed it for herself without permission. The straight-laced woman blinked, absorbing the image of silicone and leather. Then she caught herself. She wanted to be supportive. "I'll buy each of you your own," she said. "Problem solved." Three days later Katrina returned from the boutique and handed the new harnesses over. Black leather straps with polished buckles for Isa, deep violet silicone for Rose. The girls looked up with matching grins. "Let us say thank you," Isa said. She reached first, sliding her palms beneath the older woman's blouse. Rose eased the buttons apart and let the blouse fall to the marble counter. Katrina drew in one quick breath, then surrendered the last hesitation. They laid her down on the kitchen island. Cold marble met warm skin. Rose buckled into her new harness, thick violet shaft jutting. Isa chose the opposite angle. The first thick length pushed between Katrina's lips. The second found her slick entrance from behind, pressing in slow but steady. Both women filled her at once. Spitroast: spit slicking one end, cream streaking the other. Hands held hips steady. Thrusts synced. Her moan spilled around silicone on every forward drive. When they slowed, change positions. Isa swallowed the dildo that glistened with her stepmother's own wetness. Rose sank in from the front, grinding deep until Katrina's thighs shook. They kept their stepmom between them until orgasm blurred every sense, then eased her down panting, the straps still glistening.