Double Headed Dildo Tutor

Kagney Linn Karter, that scorching-hot maid, catches Eliza Jane standing there with a double-ended dildo and no clue what the fuck to do with it. The maid laughs once, cold and quick. "Panties shoved aside and just cramming it in? Amateur hour," she says. Eliza, bare-assed already, blinks like a lost puppy and asks for a lesson. Kagney clocks the time—parents back in a couple hours—then shrugs. "Strip down." Eliza obeys fast. Kagney drops between her legs, tongue working flat, wet, merciless. Eliza’s thin thighs start to shake. Panties sail across the room. Kagney peels off her uniform, nipples hard, skin flushed. They kiss, tongues slow and hungry. Then mouths replace fingers; each sucks the other’s cunt until spit and slick coat chins and throats. Kagney lines up the thick, rubber shaft. She sinks it into Eliza inch by inch, hips snapping so the girl feels the stretch, the drag, the blunt head dragging nerves she didn’t even know she had. They trade places—knees locked, ankles tangled—pushing, pulling, fucking until the dildo glistens. Later they’re ass-to-ass, both on all fours, driving the middle back and forth until juice runs down their thighs and pools on the sheet. Kagney clips on the harness, straps tight. She grabs Eliza’s hips, lines up the silicone cock, and pounds her from behind, the smack of flesh punctuating every thrust until Eliza’s moans break into hiccups. They trade orgasms like secrets: wet, loud, dripping. Sweat and come streak skin; the bed reeks of sex. Eliza’s legs won’t hold her. Kagney licks her clean anyway.