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Codi Vore figured the hike would be harmless. Penny Barber knew better. Every time Penny crouched to point out some plant, her tits brushed Codi’s arm. Heat shot straight between Codi’s legs. They never said it. Didn’t need to. The want hung thick between them. Penny veered off the trail, pulled a blanket from her pack, and spread it between the trees. "Lunch," she said, voice low. They skipped the sandwiches. Codi dropped to her knees. "Do anything," she whispered. "Everything." Penny smiled, slow and mean. She yanked her belt free, looped the leather around Codi’s throat, and pulled until the buckle clicked. Codi gasped; her nipples hardened against thin cotton. Back at Penny’s place the gloves came off. Penny shoved her onto the bed, cinched the belt tighter, and drove the strap-on home. Each thrust punched the air from Codi’s lungs. Penny’s palm replaced the leather for a moment, fingers squeezing until Codi’s vision blurred, then easing off so she could hear the wet slap of skin on skin. The second Codi caught her breath, the belt was back—tight, perfect, unforgiving—until Codi shook, throat raw, cunt clenching around every relentless inch.
Codi Vore figured the hike would be harmless. Penny Barber knew better. Every time Penny crouched to point out some plant, her tits brushed Codi’s arm. Heat shot straight between Codi’s legs. They never said it. Didn’t need to. The want hung thick between them. Penny veered off the trail, pulled a blanket from her pack, and spread it between the trees. "Lunch," she said, voice low. They skipped the sandwiches. Codi dropped to her knees. "Do anything," she whispered. "Everything." Penny smiled, slow and mean. She yanked her belt free, looped the leather around Codi’s throat, and pulled until the buckle clicked. Codi gasped; her nipples hardened against thin cotton. Back at Penny’s place the gloves came off. Penny shoved her onto the bed, cinched the belt tighter, and drove the strap-on home. Each thrust punched the air from Codi’s lungs. Penny’s palm replaced the leather for a moment, fingers squeezing until Codi’s vision blurred, then easing off so she could hear the wet slap of skin on skin. The second Codi caught her breath, the belt was back—tight, perfect, unforgiving—until Codi shook, throat raw, cunt clenching around every relentless inch.