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Chloe and Linda sprawled on the couch, half a bottle of wine deep, when the conversation drifted to dating disasters. Linda's whole face changed when she mentioned her husband. He refused her one request. No back door action. Not once. Chloe let out a short laugh, set her glass down. Then the grin hit. "Why don't I take care of that for you?" Linda blinked, eyes wide, mouth half open. Her hand toyed with her necklace. Chloe didn’t look away. "I mean it. You get what you want. He never has to know. We keep it clean." Linda's laugh was shaky at first, then her eyes darkened. She leaned in, stopped, then closed the last few inches fast. Chloe grabbed her hips, spun her around, pushed the tiny shorts down to her knees. She wet two fingers, traced slow circles, pressed in. Linda gasped and pushed back for more. Chloe swapped fingers for strap. Lube first, then steady pressure, easing all the way in. Linda moaned and clenched around her, elbows dug into the couch. Chloe started slow, then picked up the pace. Every thrust made Linda's breath hitch. They switched positions, Linda on her back, legs spread and trembling, Chloe driving in deeper. Sweat clung to their skin. The strap filled her completely, in and out, deep, faster until Linda's body jerked. She came loud, one hand clutching Chloe's wrist. Chloe kept moving, long, deliberate strokes. The pressure built until she buried herself all the way, holding tight. When she pulled out a thin stream followed, warm and glistening down Linda's ass. Linda gave a spent, shaky laugh, face flushed, hair stuck to her cheek. Chloe just winked.