Proud Pervs: Making A Good Impression

Vanessa's tidying the place, snacks lined up, when Nathan grins and says she forgot her special accessory. She rolls her eyes, says the neighbors don't need a show, but he just laughs—claims they both like it and there's no point hiding. She gives in with a smirk and slips the vibrating plug in. The second guests show up, Nathan fires it up through his phone. Vanessa jolts, bites her lip, tries to keep pouring chips like nothing's wrong. Intensity climbs, her knees shake, words trip out half-finished. The neighbors swap looks. Nathan cranks it to max and the app freezes, leaving the toy hammering full blast. Vanessa breaks—shoves a hand down her shorts, fingers flying over her small tits and slick folds, tattooed skin flushed. Guests bolt. Alone again, Nathan finally shuts it off. She smacks his chest, calls him trouble, then admits she's still dripping. They strip slow, trading kisses and rough grabs. Nathan drops to his knees, tongue on her clit while the plug stays buried. She returns the favor, sucking him deep. Then he's inside her, pounding every angle, teasing the plug in and out. He pulls it free, rims her quick, then drives back in bare. Finally he pulls out and paints her ass. They find a note on the floor, wondering who left it and what it says.