Cheater

Hey, you're cheating! Simony snapped, yanking a card from the neckline of my shirt. I won't play with cheaters, she said, turning her back on me with a sulk. Oh come on darling, it's just a game. How can I make it up to you? I asked, and something in her eyes caught the light. I've got ideas, she murmured, reaching for my hands. A moment later I was bent over the table, her spit slick between my cheeks and the blunt head of her strap-on pressing in. She worked me open with one steady push, then another, fucking me deep while I gasped against the wood. Each thrust drove the dildo right against that hot, tight place inside me; she set a pace that was slow, merciless, filling and retreating until my legs trembled. When she angled up and drove in harder, I came untouched, spilling on the floor while she held my hips and didn't stop until I was shaking and spent.