Getting It Warmed Up For Her

Lauren Phillips grabs the box off her doorstep and rips it open without a glance at the label. A dildo stares back at her. She wonders who’d send her something like that until it clicks—this is Charlie Forde’s package. She goes to drop it back in, then that little itch wins. She pulls her top up, lets those big tits spill out, and gives the toy a spin. She slicks it up, slides it in, and settles into a slow, wet rhythm, eyes half-closed and mouth open. She doesn’t hear the door. Charlie steps inside, freezes, then her own hand sneaks under her waistband while she watches. Lauren keeps pumping the toy, hips rocking, until Charlie finally clears her throat. Lauren goes bright red. “I thought it was for me—honest.” Charlie tilts her head and grins. “Problem is, I was planning to use it today. Now you’ve gotta clean it.” She nods at the glistening toy. “With your tongue.” Lauren doesn’t argue. She leans forward, licks the toy clean, and the heat between them catches fast. Charlie pushes her onto the couch, big tits pressed together, and the two of them trade places—mouths, fingers, toy—until they’re both gasping and laughing about whose package it really was.