Is That A BUTTPLUG??

Nicole and Penny had been playing the same goofy game for years: whoever could pants the other first won that day. Trouble was Nicole lost constantly. Penny kept her distracted with fake doorbells and abandoned laundry, and once the pants hit the floor the rules said no payback till tomorrow. Today though, Nicole stood by the kitchen island chatting on her phone. Penny tiptoed up, grabbed the waistband, and yanked. Nothing happened. Nicole spun around, grinning. The “phone call” was just her talking to herself; the jeans were overalls stashed under a big sweater. Gotcha! Penny yelped and bolted, but Nicole snagged her sweats and hauled them straight down. Empty air met her eyes—Penny hadn’t bothered with panties—and a shiny steel plug winked back from between her cheeks. Nicole burst out laughing and felt heat flash through her at the same time. “First win ever, rules say I pick the prize,” she teased. “Wanna turn that plug into some fun instead of running?” Penny’s mouth dropped open, then curved into a dare-me smirk. Seconds later Nicole had her bent over the counter. She licked slow circles around the jeweled base, humming at the salty-clean taste, then eased the plug halfway out before sliding it home again. Each gentle pump made Penny gasp and push back. Hands busy, tongue busy, Nicole drew out giggles and moans until Penny’s thighs shook, until both of them were sticky, laughing, and thoroughly victorious.