Dakota Loves Halle

Halle wanted Dakota to claim the one part of her she'd never given anyone. Trusted her enough to go there—first time for both of them, fresh and uncharted. She pictured it starting with her mouth, pressed low between Dakota's spread cheeks, tongue dragging slow circles until the tight ring softened under her. Fingers came next, slick with lube, sliding in one knuckle at a time. When the resistance eased she added a second, curling gently, working deeper while Dakota breathed through it. The toys waited on the bedside table—pink silicone, one thick and curved, the other slim with a gentle bulb. Halle would reach for the smaller one first, warm it between her palms, ease it in on a slow push, then pause, letting Dakota get used to the pressure. Later she'd switch them out, careful, deliberate, taking everything one measured inch at a time. Slow. Intimate. Just the two of them learning what the other could take.