Coming Out On Top

Karlee's hungry for touch and her husband's never around now, thanks to that new job. He gave her the go-ahead to cheat, but only with women. She laughed at first—she's straight, not desperate—then decided lonely beats lonely and proud. She downloads the lesbian dating app anyway. Vanna's reply pops up fast. When they meet, Karlee lays it out plain: no feelings, no foreplay, just strap me until I can pretend it's him. Vanna nods, smirking, because her harness and six-inch silicone piece are already in the overnight bag. She keeps her mouth shut on the tiny detail that her style doesn't let women stay quiet or straight for long. They strip down quick. Vanna lubes the thick strap, nudges Karlee forward on the mattress, and sinks every inch inside her in one mean stroke. The very first thrust knocks a filthy moan loose Karlee didn't plan on making. Then come the next ones—deeper, sharper, each angle sliding straight to that spot a cock has never licked. Heat flares fast and loud. Karlee grabs the sheet, curses low, because it feels too good and too wrong at once. The toy never softens, never stops rubbing exactly where her husband can't reach. Breathless, pulsing, Karlee realizes her orgasm is coming from a woman fucking her open like it's nothing new, and straight just left the room.