Sitting On A Secret

Penny tells Chloe she’s heading out with her girls. The second the door shuts, Chloe yanks a suction-cup dildo from its hiding spot, slaps it on the floor, and sinks down on it, dress bunched at her waist. Five frantic minutes later the knob turns—Penny’s back early, wrong night. Chloe yanks the hem down and stays put, toy buried deep inside her shaved pussy. Penny shrugs off the mix-up and says she’ll just stay in. She clocks Chloe kneeling there and asks what’s going on. Chloe mumbles something about yoga. Penny buys it, then spots a dirty cup and asks Chloe to pass it. Chloe claims a leg cramp, so Penny steps in to knead her lower back—each push drives Chloe down onto the hidden shaft. Chloe bites a moan, begs her to stop, and Penny lets up, convinced she’s fixed it. She hauls Chloe upright. The toy pops free with a wet slap. Penny stares. Chloe owns it: she hardly ever gets the place to herself. The two of them trade a few awkward words about toys; Penny blushes but doesn’t shut it down. Chloe moves in, lips on hers, hands already pulling Penny closer. Shy turns hungry fast—Penny’s natural tits spill free, the brunette ink on her skin flexes as she climbs on top, kissing hard while Chloe finally gets the relief she’s been chasing.