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“And the floor is…” Myra watched as Elisa licked the tip. “Hard.”
“Yes, it is,” Elisa said before licking again.
“God, Elisa.”
“Put your hand in your pants,” Elisa told her.
“I thought I was in control.” Myra chuckled.
“Then, take control,” Elisa replied, looking up at her with darkened eyes, telling Myra that she meant it with that look.
“Lick me again.”
When Elisa did, Myra slipped her hand inside her pantsand into her folds. She was already so wet. Watching Elisa get down on her knees for her had done something to her.
“Take me deep.”
Elisa smirked up at her, opened her mouth, and moved it over the dildo, sucking her into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Myra said, stroking her clit hard and fast.
Elisa’s head bobbed back and forth over the dildo, wetting it as she went. Myra put her free hand on the back of her head but didn’t apply any pressure. She just wanted to feel it move. She forced herself to keep her eyes open because the building orgasm wanted her to close them, but she wanted to watch this.
“I never…” she said, trying to finish the sentence, but she couldn’t because Elisa’s hands were running up and down her thighs, moving to the inside of them, feeling so perfect as Myra felt herself climbing.
Elisa moaned before she pulled her mouth back, and her hand stroked Myra again as she licked her lips and then the tip of the dildo while she stoked her rapidly.
“I’m going to come.”
Elisa’s mouth got back to work, and Myra came so hard, she nearly toppled over. The orgasm rushed through her, and since she hadn’t put on any underwear beneath the harness, she soaked her jeans straight through. Before she could come down all the way, she stepped back from Elisa.
“Can you stand up?” she asked.
Elisa stood, and Myra reached for the button and zipper on Elisa’s jeans, almost wishing Elisa had worn a dress that night. She shoved the jeans down past Elisa’s thighs, turned her around to grip the kitchen table, and then practically tore at the white cotton panties until they were around her right ankle.
“Spread your legs, baby,” she said.
Elisa did, and Myra lightly tapped her ass. She ran her hands over both cheeks, feeling the incredible softness, and then pressed lightly on Elisa’s lower back.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
“Yes,” Elisa said and lowered her upper body over the table. “It’s what I want.”
“Shit. I didn’t bring any lube,” Myra admonished herself and grunted in frustration.
“I don’t need it,” Elisa replied. “Touch me.”
Myra took a step into her and ran a hand between Elisa’s legs.
“Oh, God. You’re soaked.”
“And ready,” Elisa added. “Please.”
Myra smirked because this was a definite fantasy of hers, and Elisa was acting as if she’d known that all along. When Myra held the dildo in her hand and ran it between Elisa’s legs, Elisa gasped, causing Myra to moan at just the sound. Then, without preamble, Myra entered her, pushing the dildo inside, past the tip, and all the way into Elisa’s depths.
“Oh,” Elisa said. “Yes,” she added in a hiss.
Myra canted her hips forward in a test to see how Elisa would react, and when Elisa gripped the other side of the table, she did it again. Elisa moaned, so Myra repeated the action.
