Pin The Sock On The Cock

April Olsen stands beside Lauren Phillips at the wedding expo, both wearing those matching bride-and-mother t-shirts they now regret. The air crackles with old-fashioned competition. They spot a bachelorette booth and the thick line of rubber cocks mounted on a board. The guy behind the booth catches their eye—smirking, slick, already leaning forward like he owns the room. April takes the bait. Tommy blindfolds her, spins her toward the board, and offers Lauren a taste-test of the display. Lauren’s fingers wrap around silicone, weighing them, squeezing. April swings a blind hand, searching, and Tommy’s quick fingers swap one of the props for the real thing. She lifts the blindfold and stares straight at his cock inches from her face. She doesn’t hesitate. Her mouth closes around him, hungry, wet sounds filling the narrow booth. Lauren ducks behind the backdrop, kneels, spreads Tommy, and drags her tongue up the crack of his ass. She eats him like she’s starving, hands braced on his thighs, moaning into his skin. April bobs faster, spit trailing down her chin. Lauren’s tongue works deeper, relentless, until Tommy’s legs shake between them. Both women are locked in now—April swallowing, Lauren tongue-fucking, every wet movement broadcast by the cheap curtain flapping open on the expo floor. Nobody stops. The wedding lights keep flashing while they wreck the salesman and each other, turning a silly plastic game into something mean and unforgettable.