Can you do late in life lesbian Baran who is using a strap on trinity for the first time. Being so nervous and then being addicted to it and coming quickly
baran is well acquainted with the harness and strap trinity is helping affix to her hips. she’s just used to seeing it on trinity and not herself
after weeks of building herself up to it though, she’d asked, a little shyly if that would be something trinity would be open to, and so here they were
with baran confirming she was happy with where it sat and then trinity leading her back to the bed. she’d offered to ride baran if she was nervous about taking the reins with it, but baran had refused. if she was going to do this, she wanted to be the one putting in the work
she’d worked one orgasm out of trinity with her fingers earlier, just enough to so that the stretch of the strap wouldn’t be too much, but now, as she stared down at trinity, she wasn’t sure how to begin
just go slow, i’ll tell you if you need to do anything different trinity assures her, propped up enough on her arms to watch as baran takes a steadying breath, one hand splayed on trinity’s thigh, and the other at the base of the strap, nudging, slipping through her, wet with arousal and cum and the lube she had perhaps over generously applied to the toy
bumps against trinity’s clit, a sharp inhale from the woman beneath her, and then down again, a bit more pressure as she watches it notch just at her entrance, eyes flicking up to trinity to gauge her reaction, and back down, rocks her hips the way she’d seen trinity do for her, to her.
eyes fixated on the way she opens for the strap, wet and pink, and then up to trinity’s face again, no longer leaning up on her arms, head on a pillow, a little crinkle in her brow, mouth parted as baran pushes further inside
this okay? she asks, a waver to her voice, nerves or arousal or both she’s isn’t sure. yeah baby, keep going, trinity assures her, hand reaching down as best she can to brush against baran’s own still holding onto one of trinity’s thighs, keeping her spread
keeps rocking, barely pulling out, but always pushing in, little by little until she’s fully seated, until she’s inside, can see the way trinity is stretched around it, not even particularly big but certainly more than her fingers, enraptured by it
watches the way a half inch of it reappears, shiny with slick as trinity’s hips wiggle, restless, baran leans forward, palms planted in the sheets beside trinity, and tentatively rolls her hips, it’s a foreign movement, different from when she’s riding trinity or grinding against her thigh.
trinity groans something low at the motion regardless and baran, spurred on by that, starts to develop a steady rhythm, feels the way the bed moves and squeaks under them, how trinity’s hips start to move to meet her, can hear her own breath as she pants with exertion, feels heady with all of the newness of it all…
but far too soon, and embarrassingly, has to lean back up, breathless and sweaty, and sticks to a deep grind as she tries to regain some composure, she always figured it would be hard work but leaning down over trinity and thrusting was exhausting
trinity despite the way her breath stutters as baran continues to move laughs a little, i did warn you that it’s a bit of a workout, adds on when it doesn’t make baran smile like she wants it to, here, like this, it’s easier if you don’t have to lean so much, is hiking both of her knees up, one pulled towards her chest and the other baran catches at the calf as it extends, rests over her shoulder
trinity is so gloriously on display like this, and she is right, baran can work her hips with less effort in this position, it’s still tiring but at least she’s not having to hold her weight up whilst she does so
whether the base of the strap has shifted through the repositioning she doesn’t know, but now when she thrusts, bottoms out inside of trinity, she can grind onto it, catching deliciously at her own clit each time
keeps up this rhythm for longer, out half way, in, a grind of her hips, and repeat, the slap of skin and the panting from both of them, the way after a particularly hard thrust trinity barely has time to suck in another breath before baran is snapping back inside her, she feels heady with all the newness of it, with the privilege of it
feels…fuck. feels the tightening coil in her stomach, presses open mouthed kisses against trinity’s calf where it’s slung over her shoulder as best she can, tries to think of something to delay it, oddly embarrassed
a hand on trinity’s clit, thumbing at it, coaxing her along too, trinity’s much closer than she realized, a downside of the strap she supposes, that she can’t feel the initial flutters of her pussy like she can with her fingers. can, however, feel the way the strap gets harder to move as trinity bears down on it, writhing, whining as she gets closer
until she cums, a hand snapping down to grip onto baran’s wrist in bliss, it happens just as baran thrusts in, her own clit grinding deliciously down onto the pad, feels it snap inside of her too, jerky little ruts against it as she rides out her own orgasm
cheeks flaring when trinity eventually asks incredulously, holy shit did you cum? and baran nods sheepishly, i’ve never been able to do that. and for some reason baran wants to apologise, wants to do it again though too. fuck, that’s hot.
some of the embarrassment leaches from her, hopes tentatively, do you- have you got another in you?
after that you’ll be lucky if i ever let you take the strap off, and baran thinks trinity’s being kind, still feels unwieldy with it attached to her, but she’s laughing because trinity is reaching out to kiss her hard, mumbles against her mouth, you liked that baby, cumming inside of me? you wanna do it again?
baran almost falls off the bed with how eagerly she tries to flip trinity over to go for another round
