Strapped Dykes #02, Scene #01

Sinn Sage presses her palm to the glass. Ash lifts the sash without a word, and they meet at the sill in a hush of breath and spit-slick lips. The brunette's fingers find the blonde's tiny tits, rolling each tight nipple until Ash quivers. Tongue follows. Sinn sucks the hard peaks, teeth dragging soft skin, until moans spill out over the ledge. She drops lower, spreads Ash open, mouth sealing over the damp panel of sheer panties. The taste cuts through nylon. She pulls the fabric aside, two fingers sliding in—wet heat, clutching walls—and licks the swollen clit in steady, merciless strokes. Jeans drop; the fat strap-on juts forward, blunt and heavy. Ash sinks to her knees, tongue flat against the silicone, throat opening wide, spit running down the shaft. She stands, spins, palms to the wall. Sinn drives inside with one push, hips working, each thrust landing deep and exact. Ash pushes back, cunt gripping the toy as the strap flattens against both of them. They twist onto the bed. Faces buried, thighs locked around each other's heads, they ride the rhythm until the first climax breaks—Ash spilling over Sinn's mouth, blonde hair sticking to sweat-slick skin. Sinn fucks herself against the toy's base, muscles seizing, biting into Ash's thigh as she comes, silent and shaking, then goes slack in the narrow dark.