Carry-On Stroker Surprise

Penny Barber's throwing lunch in the carry-ons while her kid and Nathan Bronson hit the mall. One zipper later and she's staring at a silicone pussy Nathan packed to fuck. Her breath catches. Heat crawls up her thighs. She checks the clock, drops her shorts, and starts rubbing circles over her clit, slick and slow at first, then faster. She pictures him driving that tight toy down his cock, the wet slap it makes, his hips pumping. "Nathan," she moans, head tipped back. "Nathan." He walks in. Nobody's meant to be here. Nobody's supposed to catch her wrist-deep and dripping. He says he forgot his charger, turned around, and now he hears her gasping his name. Instead of bolting, Nathan stays. Eyes locked on the toy still sitting in his open bag. He palms the stroker, thumb sliding over the entrance. "Wanna see what I do with it?" She bites her lip, nods. "Just between us." He kicks the door shut. Loses his pants. Pushes her onto the bed. He spits in the toy, sinks his cock inside with a guttural fuck-yes. She watches him fuck it hard and fast, veins standing out, then he yanks it free and drives straight into her soaked pussy instead. The stroker rides her clit while he pounds deeper, her thighs shaking, each thrust louder than the last until they're both coming hard enough to rattle the frame.