Post-Breakup Care Package

Diane sits in a sea of crumpled tissues, cheeks blotched and mascara smudged. The door clicks open. Brenda steps inside wearing nothing but a long coat and a wicked smile. She sets down a glossy gift bag, then lets the coat fall open. A thick black strap-on juts between her bare thighs. Diane’s eyes widen. Brenda moves closer, voice low and sure. "I know you’ve always wanted this. He never gave it to you. I will." She guides Diane back against the cushions, spreads her knees, and presses the rounded tip against slick, swollen folds. Diane’s breath catches as Brenda sinks in, inch by deliberate inch, filling her. One hand cups a heavy breast, rolling the stiff nipple between her fingers. Diane arches, hips meeting each thrust. Brenda’s pace quickens, strap grinding hard against her own clit with every stroke. The room fills with wet sounds and soft, broken moans. Diane’s fingers dig into Brenda’s back. She comes hard, walls pulsing around the silicone, legs shaking. Brenda doesn’t stop until Diane collapses, limp and glowing. She kisses her temple, slow and tender. "Plenty more where that came from."