Fun video: hair extensions

The morning is still dark when I slip into her studio. I catch my own reflection in the mirror first – loose blonde strands already pinned up. She’s waiting behind the chair, all smiles, in nothing but an open silk robe and a strap-on at the ready. I climb up, settle on the cushion, and her hands start to move. She works her fingers through my hair, fastening each extension with care, tugging just enough to make me bite my lip. Every pull sends a small spark straight between my legs. My thighs part wider, and she steps in close, pressing the warm silicone tip against me. The stretch is slow, teasing, until she’s buried deep. She rocks forward while threading more strands, my breath catching with every shift of her hips. I brace against the armrest, knuckles white, and she laughs softly in my ear as another lock of hair tugs tight and the strap-on hits home again.