Crazy night

Defrancesca and Jenna skipped the party. They stayed in, the strap-on lying on the bed like an invitation they couldn’t ignore. Defrancesca stepped into the harness, the leather snug around her hips, and adjusted the thick silicone cock until it sat just right. Jenna watched from the edge of the mattress, knees apart, already wet. She reached out, wrapped her fingers around the shaft, and gave it a slow stroke—testing the give, feeling the weight. Defrancesca caught her wrist, guided her onto all fours, and pressed the blunt head between Jenna’s folds. One steady push and the toy slid deep, stretching her. Jenna gasped, pushed back for more. Defrancesca found a rhythm, hips rolling, skin slapping skin with every thrust. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. Jenna’s moans grew louder, raw, until she clenched hard around the silicone and came shaking. Defrancesca didn’t stop. She kept driving in, chasing the second wave already building inside her girlfriend’s body.