Tiffany straddled Dacey, pulling her close as she slipped her strap-on into position. With an aggressive grunt, Tiffany thrust into Dacey, filling her with each forceful stroke. Moans of pleasure mixed with pain as Tiffany's hips slammed against Dacey's body, taking her roughly.
Tiffany's breath came in gasps as she picked up the pace, her eyes locked on Dacey's. Dacey's body arched in response to the intense sensations, nails digging into Tiffany's skin. Tiffany's pace didn't slow, if anything it grew more frenzied. She leaned down, capturing Dacey's lips in a bruising kiss while she continued to pound into her.
The bed shook with their passion, the headboard crashing against the wall in rhythm with their bodies.
