Episode 1 : Learnt using Strapon
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**Midnight Cravings**
The clock on the nightstand read 2:17 AM, but sleep was the last thing on Katrina and Disha’s minds.
Their luxurious bedroom was dimly lit by a single lamp, the air thick with the scent of sex and their mixed arousal. Katrina, the taller one with long wavy black hair, was still wearing the thick black strap-on harness around her hips. The realistic 8-inch dildo glistened obscenely, coated in a thick layer of Disha’s creamy wetness.
Disha lay on her back, legs still spread wide, breathing heavily. Her pussy was a beautiful, ruined mess — swollen, deep pink, and visibly dripping. Thick strings of her arousal slowly leaked from her open hole onto the soaked bedsheet beneath her.
“Fuck… Katrina,” Disha moaned softly, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier. “You destroyed me tonight.”
Katrina smirked, crawling over her wife. She leaned down and kissed Disha deeply, their tongues sliding together lazily. “You took every inch like such a good girl,” she whispered against her lips. “Look how fucking wet you still are.”
Katrina slid two fingers down between Disha’s thighs and pushed them easily into her wife’s drenched pussy. A loud, wet squelching sound filled the room as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out. Disha’s walls were still pulsing, hot and silky.
“Oh my god… I’m literally leaking,” Disha whimpered, hips twitching. “You fucked me so deep with that strap-on.”
Katrina pulled her fingers out and showed them to Disha — they were shiny and covered in thick, creamy girl-cum. Without breaking eye contact, Katrina sucked them clean, moaning at the taste.
“I can’t stop,” Katrina growled. “Even after making you cum four times, your pussy is still this fucking wet for me.”
She removed the strap-on harness and tossed it aside, then positioned herself between Disha’s legs. Katrina pressed their pussies together in a hot, slippery trib. The moment their swollen clits touched, both women gasped. Their combined wetness made the glide smooth and filthy, loud wet sounds echoing with every roll of their hips.
Disha grabbed Katrina’s ass, pulling her harder against her. “Grind on me, baby. I want to feel how soaked you are too.”
Katrina was dripping just as badly. Her own pussy was swollen and creamy after fucking Disha so aggressively for over an hour. Their slick folds rubbed together desperately — clit on clit, wet lips sliding and kissing, mixing their juices.
“Fuck, Disha… you’re flooding my pussy,” Katrina moaned, grinding faster. She reached down and spread Disha’s pussy lips wider with her fingers so their clits could rub directly.
They moved together in a messy, passionate rhythm. The bed creaked as their hips rolled harder. Disha’s nails dug into Katrina’s back as another orgasm started building.
“I’m going to cum again,” Disha cried out.
“Do it,” Katrina demanded, grinding harder. “Cum all over my wet pussy, wife.”
Disha arched her back and came hard, her pussy gushing fresh wetness against Katrina’s. The feeling pushed Katrina over the edge seconds later. Both women trembled and moaned loudly as they rode out their orgasms, pussies pulsing and leaking heavily against each other.
When they finally slowed down, they stayed pressed together, their soaked cunts still gently grinding in the aftershocks. Thick, creamy arousal coated both their thighs and the sheets.
Katrina kissed Disha’s sweaty forehead tenderly, then smiled.
“Round three in the shower?” she whispered.
Disha laughed breathlessly, her fingers lazily circling Katrina’s sensitive clit.
“Only if you bring the strap-on again… I’m still so fucking wet for you.”
