Wrong Bag, Right Time

Myra gets home and digs into her backpack. She finds a surprise—a double-ended dildo waiting between her textbooks. That's when it hits her; this bag isn't hers. She grabbed Lana Smalls's shit by mistake. Curious and already wet, Myra pulls out the toy, wets it with her mouth, and works the smooth ends inside her. She's on the bed, legs spread, going at it slow when the bedroom door swings open. Lana walks in. Her bag's missing, so she tracked down Myra to switch back. Now she's staring at the exact thing that keeps Myra's knees spread. Panic flickers, then something else lights in her eyes. Myra freezes, maybe mumbles sorry. Lana just smirks, steps closer, and offers her own juicy reason to stop apologizing. No sense hiding it anymore—especially with company. Lana takes the other end in her hand and lines it up. Two mouths on the toy for a quick spit. Two asses, one steady push. They meet in the middle, locked on the same length, hips rocking, eyes locked. Easy come easy share.