Fuck me hard, Ms. Hetty!

Elizabeth’s boredom evaporated the morning Hetty pinned her to the kitchen island and slid a thick silicone cock between her thighs. The neighbor had a collection of toys—sleek, ridged, mercilessly veined—and she strapped on her favorite the moment the husbands backed out of the driveways. Elizabeth learned quickly how hard Hetty liked to drive it, gripping the countertop while the harness slapped her ass and the deep, relentless thrusts shoved the breath from her lungs. They spent whole afternoons naked, switching positions on the living-room rug or bent over the dryer, laughing between climaxes, skin glossy with sweat. Now Elizabeth hardly remembers to text her husband; she’s far too busy riding Hetty’s strap, slick and greedy, taking every inch until the afternoon light shifts and they tumble apart long enough to start dinner.