thinking about cassie and baran who have been dating for a couple months and baran asking cassie if they can get a big strap for her to take and cassie just half drooling watching her take it
when baran had floated the idea of adding something bigger to their small collection of toys, cassie hadn’t quite realized what she had in mind until she was watching baran show it off once it had been delivered
i, uh, jesus baby, you really think that’ll fit, it wasn’t even the length of it per se - although that was definitely part of it - but the circumference of it too, girthy she could hear herself giggle in her mind, pushed that voice away
baran seemed unintimidated by it, eyes alight with excitement and pupils already expanding with arousal
cassie was still extremely unsure even after she’d extensively prepared baran, four of her fingers cramming into her wet welcoming heat, baran writhing on them.
you gotta tell me if it’s too much, cassie thinks she looks comical with this strap attached to her, but baran had actually fucking moaned when she’d finally got the harness situated just how she likes it, had flipped over and fucking presented herself
so she nudged at the wet seam of baran, swollen and soaked, slipping the strap through her folds with little resistance, the lube and her slick mixing, and then gently, pressing against her entrance
even the tip seemed sure to not fit, but cassie pressed a little firmer, and it slipped in and baran groaned lowly, and cassie paused, unsure without being able to see her girlfriend’s face. only resumes when baran begs, keep going, please, cass
does as she’s told, incremental little bits of progress, shifting and rocking, and holding baran’s hips still so she can control the pace lest she hurts her.
she’s a little over half way in when she stops for a moment to give baran a chance to adjust, looks down at where they are joined and feels herself get very, very wet. because the stretch is obscene, how her girl is taking her like this she simply does not know.
shit baby, gonna keep going, the same gentle press of it, baran’s cunt opening and taking and stretching around all of her, until cassie’s hips are flush with her ass
baran’s babbling something incoherent about being full and feels so good, so deep, please, move, baby, need it
tentatively cassie does, eyes locked onto the way the strap moves in and out of baran’s pussy, how it splits her open, baran making punched out little ah ah ahs every time cassie bottoms out.
cassie thinks she might pass out, feels like she’s the one being fucked as she watches, feels like she’s the one with muscles trembling, chest heaving, shit babe, look at you, stuffed full, doing so good for me, taking it so well