Sparetime secrets

Mommy believes I asked Sandra over for homework. She has no idea we strip down the moment the door closes. Sandra came ready today, that double-headed dildo tucked in her bag like an old secret. The silicone is cool when she lays it between us on the sheets. One end inside her, the other sliding into me until we’re joined at the center, hips rocking slow at first. The flex of it nudges deeper with every push, wet sounds filling the quiet room. Her knee hooks mine. Mine hooks hers. We fuck into each other in one smooth rhythm, breath gone sharp, thighs trembling. She murmurs what feels good and I copy it. The toy bends between us like it knows exactly where to press, and neither of us cares about the homework spread open on the desk.