Strap Attack #17, Scene #01

Mandy Sky has had enough. Coach Christian won’t stop riding her every goddamn day. Black hair, full lips, tight body—she doesn’t take shit lying down, so she goes straight to Chanel Preston for help. Chanel listens, nods once, already wet at the thought of what they’re about to do. The two of them corner Christian after hours and strip him fast. Chanel pins his shoulders, lowers her thick ass over his face, smothering him while Mandy works her tongue deep in his hole. He tries to fight it, but the vibration hits his cock and he stops moving. Mandy rims him till he opens up. Chanel’s face is calm. She smiles when the coach groans under her wet cunt, licking like he can breathe through her. Mandy grabs the strap-on first. Thick, heavy, longer than his own dick. She lines up and shoves, no warm-up. Christian jerks, muscles locking, but she keeps sinking the length until it’s buried. Chanel jerks his cock, slow strokes, watching his face twist. The kid’s eyes water. They trade turns. Mandy rides his face, legs shaking as she grinds. Chanel pounds his ass harder. Each thrust knocks air out of him, a wet slap every time her hips hit skin. Christian’s cock stays rock hard even when they swap again, Mandy fucking him deep while Chanel fingers her own ass in front of his mouth. He tongues her open, gagged, throat working, until she cums loud. Mandy pushes the strap to the hilt. When Chanel jerks him off, he shoots hard across his own stomach, shaking, spent, broken open. They leave him on the floor, breathing heavy, hole twitching. Learned. Not so high and mighty now.