Bree Loves Natasha

I slide over Natasha's lap, bare skin against the soft curve of her thigh. Her hand cracks down, quick and sharp, catching the fullest part of my ass. Heat blooms across the skin. She dips her tongue lower, slick and insistent, teasing circles that make my thighs shake. Then the toy presses—cool at first, then thick—and she works it inside with slow pressure until my ass takes it all. Every thrust comes paired with another spank, a stinging reminder that she's in charge. I come hard the first time, clenching around the toy. She keeps going. The second orgasm follows quicker, tighter, and the third leaves me gasping, face pressed to the sheets. When she finally eases back, I grab the second toy, slick it fast, and spread her open. Two fingers first, then the toy, sliding in deep while my free hand leaves its own reddened prints across her pale skin. Natasha's breath hitches. Her hips jerk each time I land another smack. I fuck her with steady strokes, never letting her rest, until she’s crying out and pulsing around the toy the same way I did. We trade like that, back and forth, coming until we’re both wrecked and trembling.