Exposure Therapy

Kenna can't get off. She's flat on her back, legs spread, staring at a Webyoung clip, phone light splashing across her tits, and her pussy just sits there--dead quiet. Too sensitive. One brush and she flinches. She dials the only two perverts who know her clit better than she does. Jane's got two fingers knuckle-deep in Anastasia when the phone rings. She growls, answers anyway. Kenna spills it fast: "My clit’s a live wire, I can’t even graze it." The girls put her on hold long enough to smirk at each other, then Jane offers the fix: hardcore vibrator exposure therapy. Massive wand. Zero mercy. Kenna will come so hard she’ll forget how to be afraid of it. They crash her bedroom, Jane hauling the toy out like a gun. Kenna’s eyes go wide. "I’ll break," she whispers. "We’ll glue you back together," Anastasia promises, already tugging Kenna’s tank top down, tongue flicking a stiff nipple. Jane wedges the fat head right on Kenna’s clit before she can flinch and clicks it to life. The buzz hits like a fist. Kenna jerks; Anastasia pins her hips. No warm-up. Full throttle. Waves slam through her until every muscle locks and she screams wet into the mattress. First orgasm soaks Jane’s wrist. Second leaves her drooling. Third? She’s sobbing gratitude, pussy clenching nothing but air. When the wand finally clicks off, Kenna’s wrecked, twitching, eyes glassy. The girls lean in close. "Time to pay up," Jane murmurs, sliding two slick fingers back into Anastasia while staring straight at Kenna.