She's Got Us Pegged!

Zariah and Leah sit across from Rachael, convinced they're in the clear after months of this tax fraud masquerade. Then the auditor leans in with a smirk and drops the hammer—proof is what's needed now, the real kind. Zariah shoots Leah a panicked look. Next thing they're tangled on the couch, mouths crashing together in a messy kiss that's supposed to sell the story. One taste and Leah's tongue softens, getting greedy. Rachael orders them to bend over. Leah hikes her skirt first, cheek to the cushion, while Zariah fumbles the strap-on harness and slides in behind. The fake thrust turns hungry fast; hips snap, skin slaps, and both women start moaning like they forgot there's an audience. Leah pushes back hard, taking every inch, while Zariah's grip bruises her waist. What started as performance ends with Leah coming loud, pulsing around the silicone, Zariah growling praise as she rides it out. By the time they collapse, breathing heavy and grinning stupid, the lie feels a hell of a lot like the truth.