Train Her

Kenna tenses when the plug first presses in. Dana keeps it slow, one slick hand on Kenna’s lower back, the other turning the toy until it seats. Mick watches from the edge of the bed. When Dana eases the plug back out, Kenna’s breath hitches. Dana leans in, tongue flat, licking the same hole she just opened. Kenna’s thighs shake. She stays on all fours while Dana lines Mick up and guides his cock past the wet ring of muscle. Each thrust rocks Kenna forward. Every time Mick pulls free, Dana’s mouth is there—warm, open, taking him straight from Kenna’s ass to her tongue. Kenna watches over her shoulder, eyes glassy, learning the rhythm. When Mick is close, Dana pulls him free and strokes him until he comes across Kenna’s spread cheeks, thick ropes landing hot on her skin. Kenna stays put, breathing hard, the lesson finished.