Strap-On Shock

Little Puck’s up and moving after that post-sex nap. She’s relieved to find the bedroom empty—her hookup already split. She grabs a robe, heads for the kitchen, and starts digging through the fridge for something cold. Then Leana walks in, all sweet and curious. Puck steps out from behind the door and Leana’s eyes go wide. “Look down,” she blurts. Puck glances and sees the robe gaping open, strap-on dildo still strapped on and hanging between her legs like she forgot it existed. She yanks the fabric shut, cheeks burning. Leana’s shocked, but the questions start pouring out—what is that thing, how does it work, who uses it? Puck lays it out: girls fuck other girls with it, simple as that. Turns out Leana’s never done anything, not even close. Virgin, wide-eyed, and suddenly bolder. She keeps pressing, all cute and eager. “Show me,” she pleads. Puck tries to laugh it off, but Leana’s so damn sweet and persistent that the “no” turns into a quiet, filthy yes. They move slow at first, Puck guiding Leana’s hand, letting her feel the harness, the weight, the way it stays stiff even when she’s not touching it. Leana watches every move, asks what everything does, and Puck answers between kisses, hands sliding under the robe, getting her stepdaughter comfortable before she finally spreads those natural tits out and starts teaching for real. Fingers first—Leana’s own, then Puck’s—then the toy, eased in while Puck talks her through every inch. Brunette hair spilling across the kitchen counter, Leana moaning and learning in real time, Puck right there giving her the whole ride she asked for.