Age gap

Cecily slipped back for another round, hungry for Bailee's thick strap-on. She peeled off her dress and climbed onto the bed. Bailee pressed the slick head against her folds, then drove it deep, claiming every inch. Cecily gasped. The harness creaked. Wet sounds filled the room. Their mouths met next, tongues slow and deliberate. Bailee’s fingers traced down Cecily’s belly until they found her swollen clit and pinched. Cecily bucked. She came hard, thighs locked around Bailee’s wrist, a needy moan spilling out. They switched positions. Cecily knelt, face between Bailee’s thighs, licking slow, careful circles around the leather cock before swallowing it deep. She tasted herself on the shaft. Above her, Bailee watched and grinned. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the next thrust, the next shiver, the next greedy rush of pleasure.