"Like what?" Tina asked, playing the innocent party.

"Stop that," Bette chuckled, keeping Tina up with one arm, positioning the toy with the other. “I can’t wait to fuck you like this … I know how much you want this …”

“Oh-god-Bette …” Tina whimpered, her knees a little tighter when the toy rubbed against her. It really was big, but not too big. Still, Tina was new to the feeling, and hesitant. “It’s …”

“I know,” Bette moaned, kneading Tina’s thighs. “Relax … I’m not gonna hurt you … I want you to cum for me again …”

Relieved to hear Bette’s devotion once again, Tina leaned her head forward as her feet pushed gently at the wall. She felt like she might fall on top of Bette – so many concerns.

“Or do you want me to push it into you …?” Bette whispered, moving both of her hands under Tina’s thighs again. “You might scream …”

“It’s not that big,” Tina rasped, her fingers pressing into Bette’s naked back. She wanted to scratch her – she wanted to hear Bette cry out for her. At that thought, she closed her eyes again. Sometimes her own desires were confusing. “Fuck me … fuck me right here …”

Bette didn’t need to be asked again – she let Tina drop onto the toy at the same time as she moved her hips, settling Tina in her hands to thrust against her there. She was at the perfect position. Tina was panting into her ear.

“Oh … fuck …” She gasped on instinct, doing it louder for Bette’s excitement.

Bette pushed the whole thing into Tina, getting off on the moans and gasps she heard falling from those beautiful lips. The act wasn’t revenge of any sort – she loved to please Tina, and they both knew that her strength was often an aphrodisiac for her tempting Mistress. And once she realized the fantasy was exciting Tina so well, Bette was all the more determined to give it to her.

"Bette … it’s too big …"

It was actually surprising to Bette, how easily Tina’s little phrases were getting her off. She had to smile at the woman’s insurmountable talents, and her knack for the most delectable whimpering she’d ever heard.