Housewife's Strap Distraction

Summer Vixen waited in the living room, absently checking the clock. Footsteps approached. Victoria stood in the doorway holding a ribbon-wrapped box that covered her waist. She cleared her throat and said Ellen had been pulled into another meeting, but she’d sent something to smooth it over. Summer’s face tightened. She told Victoria she didn’t want a pity present. Victoria answered softly that Ellen still adored her, then tipped the lid. The box was hollow; the back had been cut away to hide the thick, black strap-on Victoria wore. She let the empty box drop and smiled: the gift is her. Summer’s mouth fell open. She stared at the heavy silicone length swinging free, breath quickening, nipples tightening under her silk blouse. The invitation came out rough and immediate. Inside, Victoria drove the shaft deep into Summer’s cunt with long, wet thrusts. Fingers followed, two, then three, until her whole hand sank knuckle-deep. Summer’s eyes rolled, mouth slack, a strangled moan caught in her throat as pleasure crashed through her again and again. Every pound of Victoria’s fist rocked her hips, and every roll of Summer’s eyes showed exactly how far she’d gone.