Is That A BUTTPLUG??

Nicole and Penny play a game that never really ends. Nicole keeps trying to win. Penny keeps pulling her pants down when she least expects it. Today feels different. Nicole stands in the living room, phone to her ear, chatting away. Penny moves quiet behind her, fingers hooked in waistband. One quick yank and—nothing. The denim stays put. Nicole drops the phone. Empty call screen. She lifts her sweater to show the straps of overalls. The trap snaps shut. Penny’s mouth opens, then she bolts, but Nicole’s already got her. Jeans slide down hard. No panties. Just smooth skin and the glint of metal between her cheeks. Nicole stares. Heat rolls through her. “Looks like I win today,” she says, voice low. Her thumb brushes the base of the plug, giving it the smallest twist. Penny shivers. Nicole smiles wider. She guides Penny forward, bends her over the couch. Tongue meets skin, slow circles that turn hungry. Penny moans, fingers gripping cushions. Nicole works the plug in gentle thrusts, in and out, watching her friend’s body answer every move. Fingers slide between Penny’s legs next, slick and sure, stroking until Penny pushes back, asking for more without words. Clothes come off fast. They laugh, breathless, tangled on the rug. Nicole keeps the plug in play, twisting it while her mouth finds Penny’s clit, licking firm and steady. Penny’s hands are in Nicole’s hair, urging, hips rocking. When she comes it’s loud, back arched, thighs shaking around Nicole’s face. Nicole stays right there, kissing soft between her legs until the tremors ease. Penny catches her breath, then pulls Nicole up for a deep kiss, already plotting how she’ll get even tomorrow.