Natasha Loves Abigail

I've never let anyone take my ass. Then I think of Abigail Mac. She would rule that moment completely. Her palms clap my cheeks raw, her fingers drag slick circles over my cunt until I drip onto her hand. She finds the thickest strap in the drawer, smiles when my breath catches, and works it inside me in one merciless push. A sharp cry tears from me. She leans down and drags her tongue up my spine, tasting sweat and skin, until the sting dissolves into heat. She sets a buzzing toy against my swollen clit and tells me not to stop moving. While I grind on it, she settles back on the pillows and opens her thighs. My mouth finds her—licking deep between her folds, sucking the slick heat, nose pressed against her until she drips onto my tongue. When her thighs begin to shake, she shoves the strap back in my ass and thrusts harder. My moans thrum against her cunt as we fuck each other raw, all moans and wet sounds and desperate bodies tangled together.