Paige comes home early. She stops cold in the doorway. Whitney’s on her back in their bed, wearing the strap Paige keeps in the top drawer, and Stella’s riding it. The little blonde’s tits bounce with every thrust, and the silver ring in her nipple catches the light. Whitney’s face is flushed, dark hair sticking to her damp cheeks. They freeze. Apologies tumble out—quiet, guilty. Paige doesn’t answer right away. Her eyes drag over Stella’s body, then settle on the harness snug against Whitney’s hips. Anger flares, but something else moves underneath it. Stella looks good enough to taste. Still, rules are rules. Paige steps forward and unbuckles the harness herself. The toy slips free with a wet sound. She strips out of her clothes, buckles it on, and pushes Whitney down beside Stella. Two mouths open for her. Two sets of legs spread. She takes Whitney first—hard, deep, punishing—then turns to Stella, pinning the sitter’s wrists above her head while she drives in again and again. The room fills with the slap of skin and the broken sounds they make when she doesn’t let up. None of them want it to stop.
Paige comes home early. She stops cold in the doorway. Whitney’s on her back in their bed, wearing the strap Paige keeps in the top drawer, and Stella’s riding it. The little blonde’s tits bounce with every thrust, and the silver ring in her nipple catches the light. Whitney’s face is flushed, dark hair sticking to her damp cheeks. They freeze. Apologies tumble out—quiet, guilty. Paige doesn’t answer right away. Her eyes drag over Stella’s body, then settle on the harness snug against Whitney’s hips. Anger flares, but something else moves underneath it. Stella looks good enough to taste. Still, rules are rules. Paige steps forward and unbuckles the harness herself. The toy slips free with a wet sound. She strips out of her clothes, buckles it on, and pushes Whitney down beside Stella. Two mouths open for her. Two sets of legs spread. She takes Whitney first—hard, deep, punishing—then turns to Stella, pinning the sitter’s wrists above her head while she drives in again and again. The room fills with the slap of skin and the broken sounds they make when she doesn’t let up. None of them want it to stop.
