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Housewife's Strap Distraction
Summer Vixen lounges in her living room, counting down to anniversary dinner, when the doorbell rings. It's not Ellen, it's her wife’s personal assistant, Victoria Voxxx, standing in the doorway with a fancy gift box held low like she’s hiding the crown jewels. Victoria apologizes—Ellen’s stuck in back-to-back meetings, she’ll miss dinner, but she’s sending this ‘special apology’ instead. Summer’s pissed; the night is supposed to be theirs, not collateral. Victoria stays smooth, says Ellen knew that, and lifts the lid. The box is empty, just a neat hole cut in the back. Turns out it’s been covering a fat strap-on that Victoria’s been wearing the whole time. ‘Surprise—Ellen wants me to fuck you stupid as her gift,’ she grins, swinging the door shut behind her. Summer clocks the thick shaft and feels a jolt straight between her legs. She drags Victoria inside, ripping off clothes like it’s owed. Victoria drives the strap deep into Summer’s cunt, wet slaps echoing as Summer’s thighs shake. Then fingers—two, three, four—before the knuckles stretch her wide and Victoria shoves in fist-deep, wrist twisting. Summer’s eyeballs vanish into her skull, mouth dropping slack and drooling. Every thrust short-circuits another brain cell; the room fills with guttural, shameless groans while Summer rides pleasure so hard her mascara smears. Victoria keeps that fist pumping like she’s trying to carve her name on Summer’s cervix. Anniversary fucking achieved.
Summer Vixen lounges in her living room, counting down to anniversary dinner, when the doorbell rings. It's not Ellen, it's her wife’s personal assistant, Victoria Voxxx, standing in the doorway with a fancy gift box held low like she’s hiding the crown jewels. Victoria apologizes—Ellen’s stuck in back-to-back meetings, she’ll miss dinner, but she’s sending this ‘special apology’ instead. Summer’s pissed; the night is supposed to be theirs, not collateral. Victoria stays smooth, says Ellen knew that, and lifts the lid. The box is empty, just a neat hole cut in the back. Turns out it’s been covering a fat strap-on that Victoria’s been wearing the whole time. ‘Surprise—Ellen wants me to fuck you stupid as her gift,’ she grins, swinging the door shut behind her. Summer clocks the thick shaft and feels a jolt straight between her legs. She drags Victoria inside, ripping off clothes like it’s owed. Victoria drives the strap deep into Summer’s cunt, wet slaps echoing as Summer’s thighs shake. Then fingers—two, three, four—before the knuckles stretch her wide and Victoria shoves in fist-deep, wrist twisting. Summer’s eyeballs vanish into her skull, mouth dropping slack and drooling. Every thrust short-circuits another brain cell; the room fills with guttural, shameless groans while Summer rides pleasure so hard her mascara smears. Victoria keeps that fist pumping like she’s trying to carve her name on Summer’s cervix. Anniversary fucking achieved.