Plaything

Hannah stands in her doorway wearing a wicked grin and very little else. Pocahontas steps inside, wide-eyed and curious. Without a word Hannah leads her to the couch and pulls a sleek black strap-on from a drawer. The silicone shaft gleams under the low light. Pocahontas licks her lips. Blonde hair swings across Hannah’s shoulders as she fastens the harness around her slim hips. She pushes Pocahontas back, spreads her knees, and guides the thick tip between swollen, wet folds. One smooth thrust and Pocahontas moans, head tipping back, brown hair spilling over the cushions. Hannah rocks in deep, steady strokes, watching every shiver that runs through the smaller girl’s body. Wet sounds fill the room as the blonde drives the toy harder, faster, until Pocahontas cries out and tightens around the shaft. Hannah slows, savoring the squeeze, then picks up the rhythm again, chasing another breathless peak from her willing plaything.