DIRTY ANGELS
She came with a guttural groan, thighs trembling, fingers tangled in Elizabeth’s hair.
They lay panting for a moment, bodies slick with sweat and arousal.
Kahn reached into the nightstand, pulling out a sleek black harness and a thick, curved dildo, realistic, veined, glistening already with lube she applied with sure strokes.
Elizabeth watched, pulse racing anew.
“Yes.”
Kahn strapped it on, the harness snug against her hips. She positioned herself between Elizabeth’s thighs, rubbing the tip along her soaked folds, teasing the entrance.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”