Page 67 of Long Shot

Taylor giggled as she positioned herself back on top of Mac. With her ass completely exposed, Mac brought her hand around to Taylor’s cheek and gripped it with her calloused hand. Unable to keep herself away any longer, Mac let her other hand travel down Taylor’s core and rub her pink folds.

“Fuck.” A moan seeped out of Taylor’s lips. She rocked her hips along Mac’s hand, using the extra height from her heels to position herself on Mac’s hand.

Mac looked into her blue eyes, watching as they struggled to stay open. She’d relearned Taylor’s slit, every curve and fold. And each stroke brought Taylor more and more pleasure. AsMac leaned her head against Taylor’s shoulder, her eyes landed on a spectator.

In the doorway, two women stood shoulder-to-shoulder. They smiled at Mac as their hands caressed their own clits. The sight made Mac whimper. She had waited ten desperate years to be seen with Taylor. And despite how unconventional it was, Mac was being seen.

“I need more of you.” Taylor whispered in Mac’s ear.

Mac looked around the room, her eyes falling on the large glass case full of toys. She turned her attention back to Taylor, her eyebrows furrowed.

Taylor smiled. “If they’re in there, it means they’re brand new. No one else has used them so it’s entirely sanitary.”

“Got it,” Mac smiled. She helped Taylor off her lap and headed for the cabinet. An eager smile took over her face. Taylor, naked with just her heels on, watched as Mac browsed the selection.

After a moment, she grabbed a long purple dildo. Holding it in her palms, she presented it to Taylor.

“Don’t you need a harness?” Taylor questioned. Between her words, moans seeped into their space from the other rooms.

Mac laughed and undid her belt, slowly pulling the leather strap from the buckle. Taylor licked her lips as she watched Mac. Once the belt was undone, along with the trousers clasp, Mac pushed the pants off her hips and down to the floor. Underneath, Mac wore a leather and metal harness. Her gray, Calvin Klein, boy cut underwear emphasized each piece of the strap.

Nodding, Taylor bit her lip and walked to the cabinet herself, selecting a metal bullet vibrator. She handed it to Mac.

Mac smiled. She placed the vibrator inside the small pocket of her harness. Next, she slid the purple toy into the center hole. Once it was in place, Mac tightened each strap and looked back at Taylor. She stood patiently in front of the bench, her handsclasped together behind her back. Her entire body was exposed for Mac… and anyone else who walked by.

Mac’s eyes wandered her body as she thought about how she wanted to fuck Taylor. Her nipples were hard but Mac couldn’t be sure if that was from the light draft in the room or from being turned on.

Walking closer, Mac looked down at Taylor’s legs. Tensed from her high heels, Taylor’s calves were toned and muscular.

When Mac got closer, she lowered herself toward the floor into a squat. She let her hands drift up and down Taylor’s long legs. “I’ve always loved your legs.”

Taylor blushed. “Really?”

Mac nodded as she brought her lips to Taylor’s inner thigh, placing a gentle kiss. “They’re so strong and pretty.”

A whimper came from Taylor at the light touch of Mac’s lips. “I’m glad you like them.”

Mac stood back up, grabbing Taylor’s waist and pulled her closer. She let her mouth meet Taylor’s, her tongue playing at Taylor’s lips.

Between sloppy kisses, Mac gave her command. “Get on the bench.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Taylor smiled as she sat down.”

“On your hands and knees.” Mac smirked back at her.

Following orders, Taylor rested her palms on the edge of each side of the bench. She lifted her feet off of the ground, letting them dangle off the back of the piece of leather furniture. Mac watched her, clenching her jaw. Once she was in position, Taylor’s face was pointing toward the entrance to their little corner of The Box.

Mac walked around to her rear, eyeing Taylor’s plump ass as she did. When she arrived behind her, Mac rested her hands on Taylor’s waist. Her broad, muscular shoulders created a triangle with her center. It made Mac’s mouth water, just looking at her.

“Are you ready?” Mac asked.

Taylor nodded, looking over her shoulder at Mac.

Gripping the silicone in one hand, Mac rubbed its tip along Taylor’s folds. She moaned as it slipped into her slit without any help. “You’re so excited for me.” Taylor’s pleasure was already coating the strap. Reaching into the harness, Mac clicked the bullet vibrator on. Taylor groaned as she felt the vibration through the toy.

Mac, eager to please her, let the strap slide inside. Her body welcomed Mac’s strap, letting her thrust in and out.

Taylor started to moan, letting her voice echo off the walls of their room. The sounds of her pleasure started to draw attention from the other members. A few of them stepped through the threshold and watched as Mac gripped Taylor’s hips.

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