The Pink Strappy

Taissia and Cherry have been fucking each other all week. This morning they’re on the rug again, naked and flushed. The blond slides her strappy in first, short strokes at first, then deeper, gripping Cherry’s hips until her moans hit that lower register. Cherry rolls them over without pulling out, climbs on top, and starts fucking her back—quick little thrusts that make Taissia’s tits bounce. Their mouths stay open, teeth touching, nothing soft about it. The room smells like skin and silicone. Every time one comes, the other takes the toy back like they’re settling a score. They keep going until both of them are trembling, legs slick, the harness half-tangled around a thigh.