Lena Loves Tasha

I’ve wanted Tasha since the moment I saw her. I picture her in sheer black lace, thighs framed, the kind of lingerie that only covers so much before giving way to skin. We’d slip into the bath together, water warm against bare flesh, droplets sliding between breasts and down smooth bellies until everything glistens. I reach between her legs first, fingers parting her pussy while she sinks a thick, curved dildo into her own ass. Slow at first. Then she fucks herself harder, hips rocking back to meet each thrust, the muscles in her thighs flexing as she takes every inch. I stay right there, stroking her clit until she’s dripping over my hand. She lets me take over. I slide the beads in one by one, tugging them out only when her breathing stutters and her legs tremble. Then I fuck her ass myself, watching the way it grips the toy, watching the flush climb her chest. She comes loud, shaking, and when she catches her breath she turns and does the same to me until the water splashes over the edge and neither of us can speak.