The Pink Strappy

Taissia leans in first. The pink straps hug her hips while the thick toy juts forward, ready. Cherry’s legs part without a word. A slow push and the brunette feels every inch fill her. She gasps, then rocks her hips to meet the rhythm. Taissia grips the harness and drives harder, the slick sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the quiet room. They switch places without speaking. Cherry fastens the straps next, adjusting the buckle at her lower back. Taissia lies back, knees up, blonde hair fanned across the pillow. Cherry takes her time. One steady thrust buries the toy to the hilt. She grinds, angling so the curved head rubs just right. Taissia’s fingers clutch the sheets; her breath catches on every deep stroke. Cherry pulls out, flips Taissia onto all fours, and eases back in. The harness slaps lightly against skin with each thrust. Fingers find clits, circle and press. Moans break free, raw and quick. Sweat shines on their spines. The toy stays slick, warm, working between them until both girls shake and tighten around it, lost in the steady, filthy pace they set for each other.