She knelt behind me, her hands gripping my hips as she aligned the outer dildo with my pussy.
The tip brushed my entrance, cool and slick, teasing my folds before she pushed in with a slow, deliberate thrust.
The stretch was exquisite, my inner walls parting around the ribbed texture, each ridge sending a jolt of pleasure through me as it grazed my sensitive spots.
My pussy quivered, a wet heat spreading, my juices mixing with the lube in a slick, erotic glide.
Then her fingers, warm and oil-slick, found my asshole, circling the rim with a teasing pressure that made me tense.
She slipped one finger inside, the intrusion a slow burn, stretching me with a gentle rhythm that mingled with the dildo's thrusts.
My body rocked with her movements, the dual penetration driving me wild—my pussy clenching around the dildo, my asshole pulsing around her finger, pleasure and a slight ache intertwining in a delicious dance.
"More," I begged, my voice breaking, my need raw and desperate.
Paula chuckled, pulling out briefly to flip me onto my back, my legs spread wide, my breasts bouncing as I settled.
She re-entered me, the strap-on sliding back into my pussy with a wet squelch, the angle deeper now, hitting a spot that made my toes curl.
Her hands found my breasts, squeezing the soft mounds, her thumbs brushing my hardened nipples with a teasing pressure that sent sparks straight to my core.
She thrust harder, her hips grinding against mine, the dildo's ridges stimulating my walls with every stroke, while her other hand returned to my asshole, two fingers now stretching me wider, the burn intensifying the pleasure radiating from my pussy.
My body arched, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, the heat building to a fever pitch.
The orgasm crept up slowly, a tight coil forming low in my belly, my pussy clenching tighter around the dildo, my asshole quivering with each thrust of her fingers.
My nipples throbbed under her touch, the pleasure mounting until it overwhelmed me.
When I finally climaxed, it was a shattering, erotic explosion—my pussy spasmed, squirting a hot gush of juices that soaked Paula and the sheets, my cries echoing in the room as my body convulsed.
Each wave was a pulsating ecstasy, my walls fluttering around the dildo, my asshole tightening around her fingers, the release drawn out as my thighs trembled, my vision blurring with the intensity.
Paula came with me, her own moan a low, throaty sound as her body shuddered, the inner dildo driving her to her own peak.
Exhausted, she collapsed onto me, her weight a comforting press against my chest, her breath warm against my ear.
"My name's Paula," she murmured, her voice soft with post-orgasmic haze.
"Diana," I replied, the name slipping out naturally now, a strange acceptance settling in.
Wrapped beneath her, I drifted into a deep sleep, the time—night or morning—lost to the sated fog in my mind, my body finally at peace after the storm of pleasure.