Getting It Warmed Up For Her

Lauren spotted a package at the front door, ripped it open without checking, then froze. A dildo sat inside. A gift? Nah. Definitely Charlie’s. She moved to slide the thing back into the box, but her fingers lingered. One second. Two. Screw it. She hustled upstairs, already kicking off her shorts. By the time Charlie’s car pulled in, Lauren was bare-ass naked on the couch, twisting the silicone inside her, breathing hard and letting out quick, low laughs every time the pressure hit just right. Charlie stepped through the door, quiet as a thief. She stood in the hallway, one hand braced on the wall, the other slipping under her waistband because, honestly, who could watch that show and do nothing? Lauren never looked up, eyes tight, thighs shaking. Charlie stepped closer, fingers slick now. Finally Lauren opened her eyes. “Shit—!” Charlie cocked a brow. “That was my box.” Lauren sat up halfway, cheeks burning. “I…got curious. I’ll stop—” “Nope.” Charlie smiled, wicked. “You started it. You’re going to clean it with that pretty mouth first.” Lauren blinked, then grinned. “Deal.” She sank to her knees before Charlie could change her mind, tongue already out, eager to earn her keep.