Lauren Phillips
Switch: Breathless
Codi Vore said yes to a hike with Penny Barber, thinking it’d be some wholesome nature shit. Penny’s the crunchy type—Codi figured she’d walk away knowing what moss tastes like or whatever. Instead she learned how fast her own thighs can get slick under a backpack strap. Every time Penny bent to point out some leaf, her tits pressed right up against Codi’s arm. They kept “accidentally” brushing closer. Finally Penny just grinned and said, “Fuck the trail—let’s eat.” Both of them knew lunch wasn’t the meal on the menu. Five minutes off-path and Codi was already breathing, “Do whatever you want to me.” Penny’s eyes lit up like she’d won the lottery. She yanked her belt free, looped it around Codi’s throat, and tugged until Codi’s knees actually buckled. Codi just moaned and pushed back harder. They cut the hike short. The second Penny’s door shut, the belt went back on—tighter. Penny shoved Codi onto the couch, strapped on, and drove in hard enough to rattle the picture frames. One hand kept the belt snug around Codi’s windpipe while the other slapped her ass raw. Codi came gasping, drooling, dizzy, and already begging for another round.
Codi Vore said yes to a hike with Penny Barber, thinking it’d be some wholesome nature shit. Penny’s the crunchy type—Codi figured she’d walk away knowing what moss tastes like or whatever. Instead she learned how fast her own thighs can get slick under a backpack strap. Every time Penny bent to point out some leaf, her tits pressed right up against Codi’s arm. They kept “accidentally” brushing closer. Finally Penny just grinned and said, “Fuck the trail—let’s eat.” Both of them knew lunch wasn’t the meal on the menu. Five minutes off-path and Codi was already breathing, “Do whatever you want to me.” Penny’s eyes lit up like she’d won the lottery. She yanked her belt free, looped it around Codi’s throat, and tugged until Codi’s knees actually buckled. Codi just moaned and pushed back harder. They cut the hike short. The second Penny’s door shut, the belt went back on—tighter. Penny shoved Codi onto the couch, strapped on, and drove in hard enough to rattle the picture frames. One hand kept the belt snug around Codi’s windpipe while the other slapped her ass raw. Codi came gasping, drooling, dizzy, and already begging for another round.