My Ideal Suction

Tommy gets home and finds his vacuum spread out on the floor. Checks twice to make sure his wife's gone. Then he grabs that hose like he owns it. Pops the nozzle, lines his dick up, and lets that suction do its thing. Air rushes around him, warm and tight, pulling him deeper every time he flexes. Feels like a secret only he and the appliance share. Just when he's balls-deep in bliss, Lauren walks in, his wife's best friend, mouth open and eyes wide. He yanks the hose away, shoves a couch pillow over his stiff cock. She should be shocked. Instead she's smiling, leaning closer, nipples poking through her shirt like she's already decided the vacuum’s done its part. Now it's her turn.