You turn towards the redhead. “What can I do?” you ask.
She moves towards you with the red strap-on that she holds. “This my favorite one.”
You quickly put it on with her help and she smiles shyly, it’s utterly charming.
“I just, sometimes,” she says, laying down, “like an old-fashioned fuck.”
It takes you a moment to catch her gist, to realize what she’s offering you, then you nod. “Okay.”
You lean over her, supporting yourself on your arms, and you kiss her first because that’s what old-fashioned is about. You stare into her eyes and taste her strawberry lips as they part for your tongue, and you touch her breast and then work your hands down. Her legs part for you and you press fingers inside of her, feeling the wetness there, bringing them out to slide her juices along your thick
