What suits me?

What do you think suits me? Nancy asked while we got ready for the party. I pulled out a few pieces in soft pink, thinking they might play well against her light hazel hair. When I reached up to smooth the folds of a pale shawl around her neck, I felt the sudden, sharp need to kiss her. We never made it out the door. Instead I turned her toward the mirror, slipped my hand beneath the shawl, and pressed my mouth to the back of her neck. She watched my reflection, cheeks flushing, as I worked her open with my fingers until she was slick enough for my cock. She bent forward, bracing her hands on the vanity, and I pushed inside her ass in slow, steady strokes, the lube glinting on her skin. Only when she was rocking back to take me did I ease the first toy between her legs and turn it on. The moment she started trembling I slid the second toy in—thicker, slicker—until she had both holes filled at once, my cock throbbing deep in her ass while the toys stretched her cunt. Nancy kept her eyes on the mirror the whole time, watching the way her breasts swayed with every thrust, mouth open, breath fogging the glass. We kept at it until she came hard enough to shake the bottles on the counter, the pink shawl slipping from her shoulders to puddle around her wrists, the party forgotten.