Strap In For A Wild Break!

Summer Col has had her eye on Chanel Camryn ever since the gorgeous courier started dropping packages at her door. One afternoon, when that brown delivery van pulls up again, Summer opens the door in nothing but a strap-on harness and a cocky grin. "Whoops," she laughs, "thought you were someone else." Chanel’s eyes do a quick, hungry scan, but she keeps the clipboard steady. "Just need a signature," she says, voice tight. Summer steps aside and waves her in. "Why not sign it on the table? You look like you could use five minutes off the road." Chanel hesitates, then steps inside. Five minutes turns into clothes on the floor and Summer’s hips snapping forward, the strap sliding deep while Chanel grips the edge of the table and bites back moans. Summer keeps the rhythm steady, playful, whispering jokes between thrusts that make Chanel laugh and clench at the same time. Right when Chanel’s close, her phone buzzes—boss on the line, asking why she’s late. Summer doesn’t stop. She stays buried, rocking slow and steady while Chanel tries to talk, cheeks burning, voice shaking. Each controlled thrust makes another excuse tumble out, and every time Chanel’s grip tightens on the phone, Summer answers with another teasing push, milking every stuttering word until the call finally ends and Chanel can let go, loud and breathless.