It’s taking every bit of strength Ava has to keep her hips still. Beatrice’s hand’s are calloused and strong against the flesh of her ass. She’s had them there for the last few minutes and they keep…squeezing her and Ava is losing her mind.
Something about Beatrice wearing this strap-on has supercharged Ava’s body because she feels like she’s overheating. Beatrice is everywhere, somehow overwhelming and not enough.
Ava needs more, craves it, she feels like she’s crumbling.
Their kisses are getting sloppier, more intense and they keep breaking apart because one or both of them need to breathe.
Ava’s shirt is unbuttoned, hanging off her shoulders. Outside of the hat on top of her head, it’s the only thing she has left on.
Beatrice took Ava’s shorts off before they even made it to the bed.
Now she’s straddled on top of her, feeling the strap pressing into her and she needs it.
“Wait, wait,” Ava gasps, sitting up and holding Beatrice down by the shoulders when tries to chase her lips. “Stay there, okay?”
Beatrice, with her chest heaving up and down, nods and again runs her hands up the back of Ava’s shirt and drags her nails down her skin.
Ava pulls the shirt off her shoulders and throws it onto the floor before grabbing her hat and turning it backwards on her head.
