Web Exclusive 1127 Elexis Monroe Mariah Milano

Mariah unbuttoned her blouse with one hand, eyes never leaving Elexis. “New Zealand can wait,” she said, voice thick. She stepped close, pushed the shirt off her shoulders, and walked Elexis down the hall toward the freshly finished room. The scent of new wood still hung in the air. She swung the door open to a bed big enough for every dirty thought she’d ever had. Mirrors covered the headboard; cuffs hung from chains at each corner. Elexis raised an eyebrow, wet her lips. “Jesus. You built this for us?” Mariah pulled her closer. “For right now.” She flicked the light on low, bent Elexis over the edge of the mattress, spread her legs, and pushed two fingers straight in without asking. Elexis groaned, pressing back. Mariah kept the pace quick and deep, heel of her palm grinding Elexis’s clit with every stroke. “Fuck, yes,” Elexis panted, knuckles white on the sheets. Mariah kissed the curve of her spine, sank her teeth into soft skin. Then she slipped out, traded fingers for the thick black strap-on already strapped between her thighs. One quick thrust and she was buried to the base. Elexis clenched around it, breath short and fast. Mariah pumped hard, hips slapping. The harness creaked, leather biting skin. Sweat slid down the small of Elexis’s back. Mariah caught it with her tongue. In the mirror, she watched both of them shake: her own nipples tight, Elexis’s mouth open around silent cries. Mariah reached under and worked Elexis’s clit in tight circles until Elexis bucked, moaning, legs giving out. Only then did Mariah slow down, leaving her shaking. They breathed together, air heavy with the smell of sex and lacquered wood.