“You really like swinging that thing around, huh?”
Emily laughed, looking down at Nina, who was laying back on the bed. Nina had her arms folded behind her head, as if she were relaxed, when in truth, she was anything but. The weight of what she was about to do (or, rather, have done to her) was pressing down on her. Emily still seemed to be carefree, though. “I do. It makes me feel like such a top. The epitome of femme dominance.” Emily shook her hips around a few more times for good measure. The dildo, dangling from the harness, smacked her thighs. Nina cringed at the sound.
Finally, after her little exhibition was finished, Emily hopped onto the bed, snuggled up to Nina’s side. The dildo, black as night and shining cheekily in the bedroom’s lamp glow, rubbed up against Nina’s leg. Was that arousal Nina felt, or apprehension? With Emily, she rarely knew the difference. “It’s not too big,” Nina remarked, just because she lacked anything else to say.
“Is that bad, or good?”
“I dunno. Just a statement.”