Womanhandled

Maya and Nicole haven’t seen each other in years, so they’re catching up over drinks. Nicole grins, eyes glinting, and asks if there’s a guy on Maya’s mind. Maya smiles, shakes her head, then tells Nicole she’s a lesbian—and she finally stopped fighting it. Nicole is surprised, but not put off. She admits she’s single again after another breakup, says she always gets the sex she wants from men, but nothing else sticks. Maya chuckles. “Women fuck better.” Nicole laughs, cheeks flushing, and mutters it’s too bad she’ll never find out. Maya leans in. “Why won’t you?” Nicole hesitates, then owns it—she likes being handled, really handled. Maya’s tone drops. “A woman can manhandle you harder than any guy ever will.” Nicole squirms. “I still want something inside.” Maya tips her head. “That’s what the strap is for.” She slips out of the room and comes back with a thick harnessed cock. Hands it to Nicole. Nicole turns the silicone shaft in her palms, breath hitching, eyes drifting up Maya’s body like she’s already picturing Maya wearing it. Maya catches the stare. “Nothing hotter than a girl packing. Want to see?” Nicole swallows, nods. “Do whatever you want.” Maya pins her to the couch before Nicole finishes the sentence. Her mouth crashes into Nicole’s, tongue pushing deep while fingers wrench Nicole’s panties aside. Maya eats her like she’s starving, sucks her clit until Nicole’s legs shake, then swings a thigh over her face. Nicole licks and moans, drowning in Maya’s slick. Maya straps on fast, jerks Nicole onto all fours, slaps her ass and drives straight into her cunt. Nicole grunts at every thrust. Maya spits, pounds harder, reaches around to rub Nicole’s swollen clit while her hips slap skin. Soon Nicole’s begging for more, voice cracked. Maya pulls out, drags the wet strap between Nicole’s cheeks, and sinks it into her ass, slow, relentless, then faster. Nicole cries out, grinds back onto it, her voice breaking into raw little noises. Maya pulls free, yanks Nicole around, shoves the glistening cock between her lips. Nicole gags, licks it clean, saliva shining down her chin. Maya hauls her into another kiss, tasting herself on Nicole’s tongue, before slamming back inside her—pussy, ass, mouth—until Nicole’s shaking and sobbing with another orgasm, eyes glassy, body wrecked, and still begging Maya not to stop. Nicole looks up, wrecked and grinning. “Guess I don’t need a man to get handled after all.”