“I’ve changed my mind” The blonde teases, continuing to fight, feeling so aroused she may cum before Bette manages to over power her.

The brunette finally gains control of her feisty partner, pinning Tina’s wrists above her head. With her free hand she positions her dildo at Tina’s entrance, placing a hand firmly against Tina’s hip keeping her still. She then unceremoniously pushes forward, entering Tina with force.

“Uuuuuh” The blonde moans out, her head bucking up. Bette grabs hold of Tina’s legs, using them to pull the blonde into her lap, trying to penetrate her as deeply as possible.

Tina just lies there, her body being pulled back and forth by her strong lover, hammering into her so forcefully.

Bette is so turned on at this moment, her skin covered in a layer of sweat. She loved watching Tina’s face when she fucked her like this. The blonde looked so defenseless, and horny. Bette decides it’s time for the harness. She wickedly pulls out.

“Noooooo” Tina moans.

“I though you didn’t want it” Bette teases, reaching for the object Tina had picked out earlier on.

“You know I was playing”

Bette takes Tina, flipping her over, and then pulling her up by the waist.

Tina obediently rests on her knees, her bruised buttocks pointing in the air, while leaning on her forearms.

Bette reaches around placing the wide padded harness across the base of Tina’s belly, Bette slips her hands through the loops at either end of the harness, effectively now being able to pull Tina’s whole body back in to her, penetrating her deeper. With one hand, Bette place’s the dildo, and enters Tina again.

“Oh my fuck” Tina moans, trying to look back at what Bette has done. Now understanding the use of this item.

Gradually Bette gets into a rhythm, her biceps flexing with every pull of the harness, watching her submissive lovers body being pulled back and forth.

“Uhhh… uhhh…. Uhhh…” Tina is moaning, slipping across the duvet, trying to get a grip of the sheets, eventually she manages to grab hold of the framework of the headboard, her head lying on the duvet, as her hands grip the cold metal. She feels Bette’s thighs slapping against her sore behind.