Your body is still humming from the last round, your skin slick with sweat as Lena's eyes lock onto yours, a predatory glint sparking in them. "We're not done yet, y/n," she purrs, her voice a velvet rasp that sends heat pooling between your thighs again. She reaches for a sleek black bag on the floor, pulling out a collection of toys that makes your pulse race—a vibrating wand, a textured glass dildo, and a set of small, beaded anal plugs, each gleaming with promise. "Oh, fuck, Lena," you breathe, already aching for what's next. She smirks, setting the toys beside you on the couch, her fingers brushing your inner thigh as she leans in, her lips grazing your ear. "I'm gonna make you scream," she whispers, her breath hot, and you can only manage a desperate "Please, do it." She grabs the vibrating wand first, flicking it on with a low hum that fills the air, and presses it lightly against your nipple, the sudden buzz pulling a sharp "Ohhh!" from your throat as your back arches.
Lena's touch is relentless, trailing the wand down your stomach, teasingly slow, until it hovers just above your clit. "You want this, y/n?" she teases, her own voice thick with arousal, and your "Fuck, yes, Lena!" is practically a sob. She presses the wand against you, the vibrations intense and immediate, sending waves of pleasure that have you gripping the couch, your moans— "Mmm, God, yes!"—spilling out uncontrollably. She watches you writhe, her free hand sliding the glass dildo between her own lips, wetting it with a moan that mirrors yours— "Fuck, you're so hot like this." She slides the dildo into you, cool and smooth, the contrast with the wand's heat driving you wild. "Ohhh, Lena, fuck!" you cry, your hips bucking as she thrusts it in sync with the wand's pulses, her own gasps— "So tight, y/n"—urging you closer to the edge. Your hands find her breasts, squeezing as she leans in, kissing you messily, her tongue tangling with yours as you both moan into each other's mouths.
She pulls back, breathless, and tosses the wand aside, her eyes alight with a new idea. "Time to switch things up," she says, grabbing your hips and guiding you to the floor. "I want you scissoring me, y/n. Now." Her command sends a thrill through you, and you nod, your "Hell yeah" eager as she positions herself, legs spread, her slick heat inviting. You slot yourself against her, your wet folds pressing against hers, and the first grind pulls a loud "Ohhh, fuck!" from Lena, her head tipping back, her dark hair spilling across the floor. You move together, hips rocking in a rhythm that's both desperate and precise, the friction sending sparks through your core. "God, y/n, you feel so good," she moans, her hands gripping your thighs, urging you faster. Your own moans— "Mmm, Lena, yes!"—mix with hers as you grind harder, the wet slide of your bodies intoxicating, each movement building a pressure that's almost unbearable.
Lena's not satisfied with just scissoring, though. "Let's make this dirtier," she pants, reaching for the beaded anal plugs. She coats one with lube, her eyes locked on yours as she teases it against you. "You okay with this?" she asks, her voice dripping with lust, and your "Fuck, yes, do it" is immediate. She slides the plug in slowly, each bead stretching you, drawing a string of "Ohhh, God, Lena!" as you keep grinding against her. The sensation is overwhelming, the fullness amplifying every slick thrust of your hips. Lena's own moans— "Mmm, so fucking hot"—grow louder as she mirrors you, slipping a plug into herself, her body trembling as she rocks against you. "Keep going, y/n," she gasps, her nails digging into your skin, and you do, your movements frantic, the dual sensations of scissoring and the plugs pushing you both to a screaming climax, your "Fuck, I'm coming!" blending with her "Ohhh, yes, y/n!" as you collapse, shuddering together.
Barely catching your breath, Lena's already reaching for another toy—a double-sided vibrator with a soft, flexible design. "We're doing this together," she says, her voice raw, and you're too turned on to do anything but nod, your "Bring it on" shaky but eager. She positions the vibrator between you, one end sliding into her, the other into you, and when she turns it on, the deep, pulsing vibrations rip a loud "Ohhh, fuck!" from both of you. You move in sync, your hips rolling as you ride the toy, your bodies pressed close, sweat-slicked skin sliding together. "You like that, y/n?" Lena moans, her hands roaming your body, pinching your nipples as she thrusts. "God, yes, Lena!" you cry, your hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer as the vibrations drive you both wild. Her moans are relentless— "Mmm, so good, fuck!"—and you match her, your cries echoing as you chase another high, the toy's pulses relentless until you're both screaming, bodies shaking as you come again.
Lena's insatiable, pulling you up to straddle her face next. "Sit on me, y/n," she demands, her voice thick with need, and you obey, lowering yourself until her tongue finds you, hot and eager. "Ohhh, Lena, yes!" you moan, your hands braced on the wall as she licks and sucks, her fingers digging into your thighs. Her moans vibrate against you— "Mmm, you taste so fucking good"—spurring you on as you grind against her mouth, her skill drawing out every ounce of pleasure. You reach back, slipping two fingers into her, curling them to hit her sweet spot, and her muffled "Fuck, y/n!" against your clit sends you spiraling. You both move frantically, her tongue and your fingers in perfect sync, until your "I'm coming, Lena!" and her "Ohhh, yes!" explode together, leaving you trembling, barely able to stay upright.
The night stretches on, Lena pulling out a final toy—a vibrating ring she slips onto her fingers. "One more, y/n," she whispers, her eyes gleaming, and you're already nodding, your "Fuck, let's do it" breathless. She slides her fingers inside you, the ring's vibrations hitting deep, and you're moaning— "Ohhh, God, Lena!"—before she even starts moving. She works you expertly, her other hand teasing your clit, her lips sucking at your neck as she murmurs, "You're so perfect like this." You pull her close, kissing her hard, your moans mixing as you reach down to mirror her, your fingers finding her wet and ready. You move together, each stroke and vibration pushing you both higher, her "Fuck, y/n, don't stop!" spurring you on until you're both screaming, bodies locked in a final, shattering climax.
You collapse together, limbs tangled, breaths heavy. Lena's fingers trace your skin, her "You're fucking unreal, y/n" soft but genuine. You manage a weak "You too," still buzzing, and she laughs, already eyeing the toys scattered around. "Ready for more?" she teases, and your "Always" is all she needs to hear.