Strap-on sweethearts

My strap-on stays close. I slip the harness up my hips, snug the silicone cock between my thighs, and knock on Ruby’s door. She answers in nothing but a towel. Blonde hair damp, cheeks flushed from the shower. I untuck the towel and let it drop. Her nipples tighten the second cool air hits them. Ruby’s on her back, legs open. I stroke lube along the shaft until it gleams, then press the head to her entrance. One slow push and I’m inside. Her cunt grips me, warm and tight. I rock forward and the base rubs my own clit. Each thrust sends a small shiver up my spine. I lean in, two fingers slick with more lube, and ease them into her ass. Ruby gasps, the sound short and bright. I pump the strap-on deeper, matching the rhythm of my fingers in her backside. Her hips lift, chasing every stroke. Blonde strands stick to her forehead. She bites her lip, eyes locked on mine. Faster now. The fake cock drives in and out, wet sounds filling the room. My knuckles press past her rim, stretching her gently while the shaft fills her pussy. Ruby’s breath breaks into quick, needy moans. I can feel her muscles fluttering around both intrusions, pulling me deeper each time I bottom out. She comes hard, back arched, thighs trembling around my waist. I slow but don’t stop until the aftershocks fade, fingers and cock still buried inside her. When I finally slide free, a thin string of lube stretches between us, then snaps. Ruby smiles, eyes half-lidded, already reaching for the harness again.