Strap-on tales

You wonder what two girls aching for it can pull off with a simple rubber cock between them. Let me show you. I buckled the strap-on and Wendy became my willing subject. Her thighs spread, her breath quickened. I watched her tighten around the head as I eased inside, then drove deeper until she arched and gasped. She rode back against each thrust, hips snapping like she couldn’t get enough, the harness creaking against my skin. Sweat gathered in the dip of her spine. She came hard the first time with a low, broken sound; the second ripped through her and left her shaking and slick against my thighs.