Team Skeet Update - HeadEx

Isabella Nice spotted the parcel on Summer Hart’s porch. It wasn’t hidden, wasn’t watched, just sitting there like an open invitation. She slipped it under her arm and sprinted home, but her mother spotted the box in her room. Summer knew what it contained. Once the tape was sliced, the silicone plug rolled across the carpet, already slick from spit and heat. Her voice went cold. She dragged the girl across her lap, tugged Isabella’s shorts down, and drove the plug into her pulsing hole with a wet push. Isabella grunted as her ring stretched, ankles kicking, hips rocking back to take the last inch. Summer left the plug seated deep. She buckled the harness low on her own hips, coated the shaft in lube, and sat on the edge of the bed. Isabella straddled her and sank down in one motion, the strap sliding up through her cunt while the plug stayed buried behind it. She rode fast, shoulders bouncing, juice running over the toy’s length and soaking Summer’s thigh. A sharp cry tore out of her when she came, thighs locked, pussy clenching the strap in wet spasms. Summer eased her onto her back, pulled the soaked strap free, and pressed her mouth between the swollen lips. Ginger curls tickled her tongue while she licked every drop from Isabella’s still-twitching cunt. The lesson landed hard, sticky, and sweet.