Strappy Birthday!

They’re clearing wine glasses from the table when the doorbell cuts the quiet. Sadie, all smoky perfume and bad intentions, steps inside. Ashley steers her aunt down the hall and slams the bedroom door, heart knocking against her ribs. Without a word Sadie pulls a leather-and-silicone cock from her tote and sets it on the bed like a dare. “She only knows how to raise prudes,” Sadie says, nodding at the door that hides Linda. “Somebody needs to make sure you grow up right.” Ashley licks her lips, already wet. “Show me how it works.” Sadie smirks, straps the harness around Ashley’s narrow hips, cinches the buckles tight. She drops to her knees, licks the blunt head once, then turns, elbows on the mattress, ass offered. Ashley sinks in on the first thrust, gasping at the pressure against her own clit. Sadie guides her with filthy talk and steady hands, hips rolling to meet each stroke. The door opens. Linda stands frozen, towel still in her hand. Her eyes flick from the glistening toy buried in Sadie to the flush on Ashley’s throat. She should leave, should scream. Instead she steps inside and shuts the door. “You’re curious,” Sadie purrs, sliding free. “Come here.” Linda’s blouse hits the floor. Sadie peels her skirt next, fingers gliding through the sudden slick between her legs. She positions Linda on all fours at the edge of the bed, then brings Ashley close again, guiding the strap-on into her stepmother with one smooth push. Linda’s moan cracks open something raw; Ashley grabs her hips harder, driven by Sadie’s hand pressing on her lower back. They find a rhythm—Sadie’s voice low, coaching angle, depth, speed—until all three bodies lock and tremble, sweat-slick, no secrets left between them.