Sapphic strap-on tales

She unwraps the strap-on Christmas morning and straps it on herself. The harness hugs her hips while the silicone cock stands out thick and smooth. She climbs on top, pressing her girlfriend down, sliding her palms over small breasts and narrow ribs. The shaft nudges slick folds until it sinks inside. Every slow thrust makes the receiver arch, grinding her clit against the base. She moves like she owns the body under her, every stroke full and firm. The plastic length feels almost real, almost warm, and she wonders what it would be like to push something that could pulse back. For now she settles for this: steady rhythm, sweat-slick skin, and the soft sounds her girlfriend makes when she hits just the right depth.