Plug My Butt

Kortney has a date. She slips out of her clothes fast, already late, and heads for the shower. Steam rolls through the glass before she opens the door, and she finds Asa already inside. Water beads on Asa’s breasts, runs down her belly. Kortney steps in anyway. “Can I join?” Asa nods and reaches for the soap. Her hands glide over Kortney’s shoulders, then lower, slick circles that turn into deliberate caresses. Kortney arches into the touch. Their nipples brush, the air thickens. A gleam of silver catches Kortney’s eye—the plug resting on the ledge. She grabs it. Asa answers by pressing her slick body against Kortney’s back and sliding slowly down, then up, her breasts trailing soap over skin. She moves deliberately, coating Kortney in gel until they gleam. Fingers follow, parting, teasing. When both women are flushed and breathless, Asa eases the plug against Kortney first, inch by careful inch, while Kortney’s breathing turns ragged. Then the plug is shifted to Asa; she takes it willingly, knees weakening as Kortney works it deeper. Every motion carries them higher, hips rocking, moans drawn out, until the orgasm rips through both of them, sharp, repeated, leaving them quivering under the water.