Wrong Bag, Right Time

Myra Moans bursts through the door after a long day at school, slinging her backpack onto the bed with a sigh. She unzips it, rummaging for her notes, and freezes—bam, right there in the main pocket, a double-ended dildo stares back at her, all sleek silicone and tempting curves. Her eyes go wide; what the hell? Digging deeper, she spots the name tag: Lana Smalls. Shit, she snagged her classmate's bag by accident. That bad girl's got some serious secrets, huh? Myra's pulse races, heat building between her thighs. Why fight it? She kicks off her shoes, hikes up her skirt, and slides one end of that naughty beast right into her slick, aching pussy, moaning low as she works it in and out, lost in the rhythm. Thrust. Gasp. She's riding the edge hard when the door creaks open—Lana stands there, smirking, her own bag in hand. 'Busted,' Lana says, but her eyes sparkle with mischief. Myra stammers apologies, face flushing red, but Lana just chuckles and saunters closer. 'Why stop now? Let's make this a party.' After all, the cat's out of the bag—or should I say, the toy's out of the backpack. Why hoard the fun when sharing it feels this wickedly good? They lock eyes, grins turning wicked, and dive in together, the dildo bridging their horny worlds in the hottest team-up ever.