Strap-On Cuties

Leenda and Lisa had the apartment to themselves, fooling with the new camera. Leenda lifted it, then reached out and cupped Lisa’s breasts right through her thin top. Lisa’s breath caught; she’d wanted this for months. Leenda leaned in, kissed her open mouth, and the camera clattered to the couch. They peeled each other’s clothes off on the spot. Leenda pushed Lisa onto her back, spread her thighs, and dragged her tongue over the soft folds, tasting the first slickness. Lisa moaned and returned the favor, burying her face between Leenda’s legs until both were trembling. Leenda found the strap-on in a drawer. She buckled it around her hips, spat into her palm, and worked the head against Lisa’s opening. One slow thrust and she was inside. Lisa’s fingers dug into the sheets as Leenda set a hard, steady rhythm, the base grinding against her own clit. Lisa came first, hips jerking, then Leenda followed, grinding down until the wave passed and left them slick and spent on the cushions.