Plug my Butt

Kortney steps out of her skirt and reaches for the towel when she sees Asa already under the spray. Time’s tight, so she pokes her head around the curtain and asks to slip in. Asa nods, steps aside, and lathers a fresh palmful of gel. They trade slow strokes across wet skin until fingers linger longer than necessary. Then Kortney catches sight of the chrome anal plug on the tile ledge. She meets Asa’s eyes, says nothing, and hands it over. The taller woman rubs Kortney down with a warm coat of Nuru gel, sliding her slick body along every curve until both of them breathe in short, hungry gasps. Once the need tightens, Asa guides the plug past Kortney’s ass and eases it deeper while their hips grind together. The built-up friction and the relentless toy drag them through back-to-back waves that leave them shaking against the tiles.