Oh, You Shouldn't Have

Liz Jordan's cute little ass is tight in those cutoffs when she clicks buy on a 'personal massager' that pops up after she Googles 'how to help Mom relax.' She means well. Silvia Saige tears open the wrapping paper on her birthday and freezes, vibrator still shiny in the box. 'Baby,' she says, voice low and amused, 'you know this is a cock for your pussy, right?' Liz's cheeks go nuclear. Silvia laughs soft, patient, pulling the toy out and turning it in her hand like she already knows exactly how it feels inside her. 'Time for a lesson,' she says, tugging Liz closer by the waistband. Hands-on. Fingers first. The teen gasps when Silvia presses the buzzing head against her own thigh, showing the speed settings, and suddenly Liz isn't confused anymore—she's wet.