What suits me?

Nancy slipped into the pink lingerie I picked out. The lace hugged her curves while the shawl draped loose around her neck. As I straightened the fabric, my mouth found hers. Our tongues met, slow at first, then deeper. Nancy pressed her bare tits to mine and pulled me onto the bed. My hand slipped between her legs, fingers parting her already wet folds. She moaned into my kiss when I slid two fingers inside her. Nancy rolled onto her side, offering me her ass. I worked a finger into her tight hole, stretching her gently, then added another until she opened for me. She rocked back, hungry for more. When the strap-on came out she didn’t hesitate. She took it in her pussy first, riding the length with eager hips. Once she was dripping, she shifted so the head nudged her ass. I pushed forward, sliding all the way in until her cheeks met my thighs. Nancy gasped, then begged for more. I drove into her again and again until she came with a long, broken cry, pussy and ass both clenching around me.