Etiquette For An Innocent Rebel

Jillian slouched like a wet rag and swore like she wanted a fight. Abi fixed her posture first, forced her spine straight against the chair, then stuffed a ball gag between her teeth to shut her up. Freed at last, Jillian still ate like an animal. So Abi took a different approach. She positioned a thick, veined dildo upright on the seat and told Jillian to sit on it, ride it hard, and only return once her cunt was soaked. Jillian obeyed. When she staggered into the living room she found Abi waiting, buckled into a harness, a heavy strap-on jutting from her hips. Abi drove into her without ceremony, pounding Jillian’s tight pussy until the wet sounds filled the room. Something inside her gave way. Now the sight of another woman sets Jillian’s thighs clenching—she’s greedy to spread them and lick.