Switch: Breathless

Codi Vore figured a hike with her environmentalist friend Penny Barber might get boring. Instead it got her soaked. Every time Penny bent over to point out some moss or fern, Codi could barely focus on the green crap she was saying, because those tits were right in her face and that ass filled out those shorts like temptation itself. After enough teasing looks, Penny grabbed her hand, muttered “lunch off the path,” and they knew damn well lunch wasn’t food. A couple steps into the brush Codi grabbed Penny’s wrists and whispered she’d let her do anything she wanted. Anything. Penny didn’t need the invitation twice. She yanked her belt free, looped it around Codi’s throat, tugged until her breath caught on a smile. Back at Penny’s place it stopped being polite. Strap clipped on, snapped into place, Codi face-down and squealing while Penny’s hips slapped rough and relentless, one fist yanking that belt tighter, the other palm clamped across her windpipe, squeezing out every slutty little gasp until her legs shook, her throat burned, and she came so hard the floor got slick.