New ways

Antonya and Jo can't keep their hands off each other. Every time they meet they push further. This time a strap-on. Long. Rigid. Antonya goes first. She lowers onto the head and pauses, breath catching as the thickness spreads her. Jo watches, biting her lip, already wet. She climbs on next, taking the other end slow, inch by inch, until her cunt swallows what she can. They rock together, careful at first, adjusting to the girth inside both of them. Then the pace builds. Skin slaps. Moans spill. They grind deeper, chasing the stretch, the drag, the sudden give when one of them pushes just right. Sweat slicks their thighs. Their eyes stay locked while their bodies learn this new rhythm.