She Loves It From Behind

Nastie knows the way Alysa’s body answers to her ass getting attention. One good hard thrust in the right place and Alysa opens like a tight little fist. Nastie wants to see how much louder, how much wetter she can make her. She lays her out, circles the tight rim with two slick fingers until it gives, then sinks them to the knuckles and pumps, watching Alysa’s cunt drip in answer. When the girl’s hips rock like they’re hungry for more, Nastie reaches for the toys lined up beside the bed. First the thick, smooth plug—black rubber, wide as her palm. She works the bulb in slow circles, pressing past the first resistance, then eases it through until Alysa swallows it with a choked moan. Every squeeze of Alysa’s ring squeezes the plug deeper, pulls it back again. Nastie leans down, bites the soft curve of ass and breathes hot against the red skin. The plug stays while she works the bigger toy in beside it, double-thick and shiny with lube, stretching the hole wider than before. Alysa’s voice breaks on each slow thrust, and Nastie never stops moving, never gives her the mercy of emptying. She slides the plug out, trades it for the cool glass wand that curves like a question mark, then drives it in hard so the rounded head kisses a spot that makes Alysa’s thighs shake. The girl comes once, raw and sudden, cunt fluttering around nothing, but Nastie doesn’t slow down. She changes angles, adds the bullet vibe right on her swollen clit while the glass keeps its ruthless rhythm, and when Alysa breaks a second time—louder, wetter, crying out like she’s coming apart—she hears the need to go again already building under the last orgasm. Nastie keeps her open, keeps her full, until there’s nothing left but the sound of their breathing and the glisten of lube running down Alysa’s thighs.