In Control

Nastie knows the girl inside out. One touch and Karlie is already wet. Nastie smiles, climbs over her, lets that curvy body press down. Tongue first—slow circles around Karlie’s clit, then deeper until the little sounds begin. When Karlie’s thighs start to tremble, Nastie slips the strap-on in, steady and deep, one hand pinning both wrists above the pillow. Each thrust pulls a broken moan from the younger girl’s throat. Nastie rides the rhythm she creates, hips rolling, tits brushing bare skin, every push claiming more of Karlie until the moans turn helpless and her body gives in.