My Pesky Girl Has The Wrong Remote!

Aften lounges on the couch while Lexi Luna sweeps through the living room, humming. "Gotta handle some very important business in my room," Lexi warns, "so don’t barge in, got it?" Aften shrugs, eyes already glued to the flatscreen. "Whatever. Just don’t come crying if the TV fries," Lexi adds, shutting her bedroom door. Alone at last, Lexi grins and slides her new remote-controlled vibe straight into her wet pussy. One click and she’s buzzing—except the remote she grabs is the TV’s. Suddenly her cunt clenches hard, the toy jumping on high without warning. Pleasure shocks her spine; she whimpers, knees buckling. She hammers every button—nothing. Realization slams her: wrong remote, TV remote. That means Aften’s mashing buttons downstairs, and every press fires straight into Lexi’s pussy. Lexi staggers out, thighs shaking, and blurts the truth. Aften kills the vibe, looks up from the remote, and pouts. "Not fair. You get a shiny new toy while I’m stuck watching fuzz?" Lexi groans, already feeling the sass storm brewing. She sighs, then smirks. "Fine, you little brat. Come here and let’s both get off." Aften beams; playtime’s just beginning.