Strap-on tales

A blonde with a hunger that won’t quit picks up a slim strap-on and gives her red-haired girlfriend a slow once-over. Wendy’s freckled skin glows through black lace lingerie, and the blonde’s already wet just looking. She steps close, kisses Wendy’s neck, then slides the leather harness up her thighs and buckles it tight. Wendy drops to her knees first, takes the smooth shaft in her mouth and gets it slick while the blonde strokes her hair. When it’s glistening, Wendy stands, turns, and bends forward. The blonde lines up, pushes the head against her pink pussy, and drives it in. Wendy gasps, but pushes back until the toy is buried. The blonde grabs her hips and starts thrusting—short, deep strokes that make Wendy moan. Lace straps dig into soft flesh with every slap of skin. The blonde’s free hand slides under Wendy to rub her clit, and the girl on the receiving end shivers, legs shaking. They shift positions, Wendy on her back now, legs spread wide. The blonde climbs between them, fucks her slow, watches Wendy’s small tits bounce under the sheer bra. Sweat beads on her stomach. Wendy reaches down, grips the blonde’s ass, pulls her deeper. The pace picks up, the room fills with wet sounds and breathy cries. Wendy comes first, clenching around the toy, toes curling. The blonde keeps going until Wendy’s whimper turns to another sharp cry. She finally pulls out, unbuckles the harness, and presses the warm silicone against Wendy’s lips again so she can taste herself. They kiss, tongues messy, bodies still trembling. The strap-on rests on the sheets, forgotten for the moment while fingers and mouths take over.