A Strapping New Neighbor

Maya knocks and hands the box back. "This showed up at my place." Jenna grins, grateful. "You saved me a trip." She pops the tape and starts chatting about dry skin and lotion. The flaps fold open. A black strap-on stares up at them, harness gleaming. Jenna freezes. "That isn’t lotion." Maya’s eyes widen. The color drains, then rushes back hotter. Jenna shrugs like it’s nothing, though her cheeks burn. "Guess the store picked the wrong product." She lifts it, turns it in the light. Thick shaft. Secure ring. Adjusts straps between finger and thumb. "Yup. Definitely a cock." The word lands. Maya bites her bottom lip. Words tumble out before she can stop them—how does it feel, how tight the straps get, where the pressure hits. Each question piles on. Jenna watches the spark catch fire behind Maya’s lashes and decides to stoke it. "Want me to put it on?" she asks, simple, blunt. Maya nods before her brain catches up. Jenna steps into the harness, pulls the buckles snug across her hips. Leather bites. The dildo juts, proud and heavy. She gives it a testing tug. Maya’s breath goes shallow, pulse thudding loud at her throat. Heat floods low and sudden, the room tipping on its axis. Whatever polite chat had started is gone—just the creak of new leather, the slick promise of silicone, and two women suddenly aching to see exactly how this plays out.