$name1 lets her girlfriend fuck her with a thick strap-on for the first time until she squirts all over the sheets.
The harness sat on the duvet like a dare.
$name1 had agreed weeks ago, half-drunk and dripping after Jess had fingered her through three orgasms in a row. Saying yes had been easy then. Now the silicone cock was thick, veined, and shiny with lube, buckled around Jess’s hips, and $name1’s mouth had gone dry.
“You can still say no,” Jess murmured, kneeling between her spread thighs. She was twenty-eight, all soft muscles from climbing, dark hair tied back, eyes hungry. “But your cunt is already soaking the towel, love. Look at you.”
$name1 looked. Her folds were glossy, clit swollen, knickers kicked somewhere under the bed. She was twenty-six and had never taken anything thicker than Jess’s three fingers. The harness made Jess look filthy and powerful. Wet heat pulsed between $name1’s legs.
“I want it,” she said. “Fuck me with it. Properly. Don’t go gentle once I’m ready.”
Jess grinned, lined the head against her entrance, and pushed.
The stretch burned sweetly. $name1 gasped, digging her nails into Jess’s shoulders as the thick cock forced her open inch by filthy inch. Jess went slow at first, rocking, letting her body adjust, whispering praise against her throat. “That’s it. Take it. God, you’re gripping me so tight. Your cunt is starving for this.”
When the harness finally kissed her clit, $name1 was full in a way fingers had never managed. Jess rolled her hips experimentally. The toy dragged against her front wall and $name1 swore, loud and broken.
“There?” Jess asked, already knowing.
“There. Don’t you fucking stop. Pound that spot.”
Jess fucked her in long, deep strokes, harness slapping wetly, breasts brushing $name1’s as she leaned down to kiss her. The room filled with the filthy soundtrack of silicone and slick cunt. $name1 wrapped her legs around Jess’s waist and met every thrust, chasing the pressure building low in her belly. Sweat stuck their skin together. Jess’s mouth found a nipple and sucked hard while she fucked.
“Harder,” $name1 begged. “I want to feel it tomorrow when I sit at my desk.”
Jess hooked her knees over her shoulders and drove in. The angle was ruthless. $name1’s tits bounced. Her mouth fell open on a silent scream. Jess spat on her clit and rubbed it with two fingers while the strap-on pounded her open, relentless and deep.
$name1 came hard — a sharp, shaking climax that made her cunt clamp around the toy. Jess didn’t stop. She fucked her through it, then flipped her onto her hands and knees, shoved a pillow under her hips, and pushed back in from behind with one smooth thrust.
“Oh fuck—” $name1’s face pressed into the sheets. Jess gripped her arse and slammed home, the thick cock stretching her again, the base of the harness tapping her clit with every stroke. A hand slid under to pinch her nipples. Another found her clit and rubbed in tight, filthy circles.
“You’re going to squirt for me,” Jess growled. “I can feel it building. Don’t hold back. Make a mess of my strap.”
$name1 couldn’t have held back if she’d tried. The second orgasm hit like a wave breaking — pressure, then release, then a gush of wetness that soaked Jess’s thighs and the towel beneath them. She cried out, shaking, cunt spasming around the strap-on while Jess kept fucking her through the mess, praising her, calling her a good girl, a filthy girl, her girl.
When $name1 collapsed, Jess eased out carefully. The toy gleamed with her juices. Jess unbuckled the harness with shaking hands, tossed it aside, and crawled up to sit on $name1’s face without asking.
“Your turn to work,” she panted. “I almost came just fucking you. Finish me.”
$name1 opened her mouth gladly. Jess’s cunt was dripping, clit hard under her tongue. She licked and sucked while Jess ground down, riding her mouth, one hand braced on the headboard. $name1 slid two fingers into her and curled them, matching the rhythm of her tongue, then added a third. Jess came with a moan that cracked halfway, thighs clamping $name1’s ears, cunt pulsing against her lips as she soaked her chin.
They tangled afterward in the damp sheets, laughing softly, sticky and wrecked. Jess kissed the corner of her mouth, tasting herself.
“First time,” Jess said. “And you squirted on my strap. I’m buying a bigger one this week.”
$name1’s cunt throbbed at the thought. She was sore in the best way, thighs trembling, heart still racing. “Next weekend,” she whispered. “I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk straight. Tie me down if you have to.”
Jess’s fingers trailed through the mess between her legs, scooped up slick, and fed it into $name1’s mouth. “$name1. You’re going to be ruined for anyone else’s cock. Even the fake ones. Especially the fake ones.”
$name1 sucked her fingers clean and smiled, already wet again, already aching for round two. “Good. Then you’d better keep me full.”
Jess reached for the harness again, eyes dark. “Round two starts now. On your back. Spread that ruined cunt for me.”
$name1 obeyed without hesitation, thighs open, clit still throbbing, ready to be fucked stupid all over again.
