Lesbo Strap-On Tryst

They belonged to each other. Jessie pressed her mouth to Tori's thighs and stayed there, tongue tracing slow circles until Tori's breath caught and broke. Hands gripped warm flesh and parted it. Juices glistened. Tongues met skin—clit, asshole, back again. Fingers filled in where mouths withdrew. Sweat cooled, heated, cooled. Nothing else moved the air. A strap-on waited in the drawer. Jessie buckled the harness while Tori watched, knees drawn high. When the first thrust drove home, the room filled with slick sounds and sharp exhales. Jessie's hips snapped forward in rhythm, the length sinking deep, withdrawing almost to the tip, then sliding home again. Sweat beaded between their breasts. Tori clutched the sheets and lifted to meet each stroke. Her cunt tightened around silicone and took everything offered.