Lesbian Besties Experimenting with a Strap On
The sun-drenched bedroom was alive with titillating tension as two beautiful blondes, anteriormente known only as Bestie A and Bestie B, lay deliciously entwined on the scattered silk sheets. The air crackled with unspoken desires, their naked bodies press forbiddenly close to one another, soft curves melting into hard planes. Crimson painted lips, glistening with the promise of depravity, hovered mere inches apart. All at once, a mischievous smile played at the corner of Bestie A’s mouth. Slipping a slender hand between them, she retrieved a sleek pink toy from beneath the pillows – a strap-on, ready for action.
“Ooh,” cooed Bestie B, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. “What’s this now? Planning on mixing things up a little?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“Thought we could try something new,” purred Bestie A, reaching back to secure the strap around her curvy hips. “See how you like taking it… like this.”
With a wicked grin, she pounced, pinning the giggling blonde to the bed. Soft kisses traced Bestie B’s jaw, down the elegant column of her throat, before trailing lower. Bestie A’s skilled tongue circled each rosy nipple until they pebbled into stiff peaks. Bestie B moaned, fingers threading through the mass of sun-kissed tresses, urging her lover on.
“But first…” Bestie A murmured, a glint in her emerald eyes. She reached over to the nightstand, retrieving a bottle of lube. Generously slicking the strap-on, she eyed her partner with a hungry expression. “Turn over, baby. Let me see that ass.”
Bestie B eagerly complied, flipping onto her stomach and presenting herself. Bestie A’s manicured hands kneaded the taut globes of her lover’s posterior, thumbs digging into the crevice between. Leaning down, she blew a cool stream of air over the flushed skin, eliciting a shiver. Then, deviousness incarnate, she dragged the tip of the strap through Bestie B’s dripping folds, teasing the sensitive bud of her clit.
“Oh fuck yes…” Bestie B gasped, pushing back against the throbbing head. But Bestie A quickly pulled away, chuckling at the impatient whine it elicited. “Not yet, sweetness. I want to hear you beg for it.”
She continued her maddening torture, always retreating just as Bestie B inched closer to the pinnacle. Smaller circles, backwards motions, barely breaching the entrance before retreating again. Lost in a haze of lust, Bestie B was reduced to a writhing, mewling mess, hips rolling desperately. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, when the word “please” was an actual prayer on her swollen lips, Bestie A finally gave her what she wanted.
Without warning, she plunged the slick dildo balls-deep into Bestie B’s weeping cunt, burying it to the hilt. The sensation of fullness was exquisite, bordering on painful. A strangled cry tore from Bestie’s B’s throat as Bestie A set a ferocious pace, hips rolling with single-minded intent. One hand gripped Bestie B’s hip in a bruising vise, holding her steady for the brutal fucking. The other reached around to roughly circle her clit, relentless pressure timed with each slam of the strap.
“Oh god, oh fuck, don’t stop!” Bestie B was babbling incoherently, drowning in ecstasy. “Harder, fuck me harder!”
Her pleas were met with a stinging slap across the ass and a dark chuckle from Bestie A. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Scream for me, let the whole world hear you take that dick like a good girl.”
Suddenly, Bestie A shifted her weight, changing the angle of penetration so the strap-onhead rammed against a particularly rough spot on Bestie’s B’s inner wall. It was almost too much, the feeling of being split open and used to satisfy her corruption tastes. Tears of pleasure streaked down her face as she screamed out her release, inner muscles fluttering wildly around the plunging length.
Not content to let her rest, Bestie A continued her relentless assault, pushing Bestie B through the aftershocks and straight into a second, even more intense orgasm. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, mingling with their wanton moans, filled the air. The pressure on Bestie B’s throbbing clit never ceased, a maddening circle that pushed her to greater heights of bliss. When a third climax crashed through her, Bestie B could only collapse bonelessly onto the mattress, spent and shivering.
“Mmm yeah, look at you, all well-fucked and satisfied,” crooned Bestie A, wiping the satisfied grin on her lover’s hip with a tender kiss. She slipped out from between Bestie B’s trembling thighs, the strap-on still dripping with their combined essence. “But we’re not done yet, beautiful. I hope you’ve got that strap-on ready…”
Bestie B managed to grin dazedly up at her from the bed, already anticipating round two. As for the curious, smeared sheets bearing testament to their lascivious escapades – well, that was a problem for rebound to consider…
