Bridging Gaps With Straps

Isa and Rose are screaming again. Katrina hustles in to find them shoving a strap-on at each other like it's Exhibit A. Turns out Isa's ex left the toy behind and Rose took it for a solo ride. Katrina blinks hard – she's straight as they come – but she's not about to clutch pearls when her girls need her. So two days later she drops two shiny new harnesses on the kitchen island and tells them the war is over. The teens smirk, whisper, and then pounce: "Let us say thanks the fun way," Rose says, already working Katrina's buttons. Isa tugs Katrina's jeans down while she still holds one of the new straps, and Katrina realizes she’s not calling any shots tonight. They hustle her to the couch. Isa clips on first, pushes Katrina flat, and slides the thick head right into that tight, untouched pussy. Rose kneels by Katrina’s mouth, feeds the second cock between her lips, and they start rocking in time: one in, one out, until Katrina’s moaning around silicone. Every thrust from Isa knocks Katrina’s head deeper onto Rose’s strap. Spit trails down Katrina’s chin while her cunt grips slick length, stretched, slicked, dripping. Isa grips Katrina’s hips and hammers her; Rose grips Katrina’s hair and drives down her throat. The couch squeaks. Sweat flies. "Open up, Mom," Rose laughs. "Take both like a champ." They pull back only to spin Katrina onto her knees, slide her forward onto Isa’s dick in her ass while Rose follows and shoves deep into the pussy they already fucked open. Double penetration hits fast – two straps rubbing each other through thin walls, Katrina squealing around Isa’s fingers, juices running down her thighs every time the teens grind home together. They don’t quit until Katrina’s face-down, ass up, wrecked. When they finally pull out, both harnesses slick from her, she’s wrecked, panting, and grinning like she just caught the ball at the buzzer.