Walk A Mile In Her Strap-On

Jennifer froze mid-scroll. A pink harness peeked from the corner of Scarlett’s final camp photo, straps loose, the base clearly molded. She set the phone down just as the front door clicked open. Scarlett dropped her duffel, still pink-cheeked from the flight. Jennifer held up the photo. "Care to explain what this is?" Scarlett blinked, then laughed once, low. "It’s a strap-on. Guess my clothes moved." Jennifer reached into the half-zipped bag and pulled the harness free. "This goes... inside?" "Yes," Scarlett answered. "Want to see how it works?" The question hung heavy. Jennifer’s grip tightened. Her thumb skimmed the leather. Curiosity edged past caution. Scarlett took the harness, knelt, threaded the waist through belt loops and cinched each buckle flush against Jennifer’s hips. The silicone dildo jutted forward, warm from Scarlett’s hands. Their breathing mixed. Jennifer felt the pull, the weight, the unexpected arousal coiled low in her belly. "Now," Scarlett whispered, lying back, "test drive it on me."