Crazy night

Defrancesca and Jenna had the night planned. They cancelled it. Inside Defrancesca’s bedroom, new silicone still glossy from her touch, the strap-on buckled snug against her hips. Jenna on her stomach, hips raised, knees spread wide on silk sheets. Defrancesca gripped the base, pressed the head between slick folds, and sank in one slow, relentless thrust until the harness met skin. Each stroke set a wet, percussive rhythm, Jenna’s moans growing shorter, her fingers gripping the pillow. Defrancesca leaned forward, nails digging into Jenna’s shoulder as she drove harder, deeper, until both girls felt the tension snap and flood through them at once.