Lena Paul Double Penetrated by Bullies | GIRLSWAY

So you know how I said I had the wildest week? Girl, this lesbian strapon dp thing I got into with Lena and her two so-called “bullies” was absolutely not what I expected when I texted them back, but honestly, it was the kind of intense, messy encounter that starts with a little teasing in the hallway and ends with you completely losing your sense of time. We were just hanging out, joking around about who was tougher, and then one of them pinned my wrists against the wall, and I felt that shift in the air—the playful jab turned into something heavier, and I knew we were crossing a line. They took turns whispering in my ear, calling me a brat, and I was already soaked just from the humiliation and the way they looked at each other like they had a plan. The first one took me from behind, slow and deliberate, while the other knelt in front of me, and when they swapped, sliding that thick silicone strap-on into me while the other filled my mouth, I swear my brain just short-circuited. There was this rhythm we found, a messy push-and-pull where I couldn’t tell who was touching what, and every time I thought I’d catch my breath, one of them would grip my hips harder and pull me back onto them. I remember the slick sound of lube, the sweat on my lower back, and how my knees trembled when they both angled me just right, one deep inside me while the other pressed against my clit with her thumb. It wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t want it to be—it was raw, giggly, and desperate all at once, with them laughing when I moaned too loud and then shushing me with a kiss. By the end, I was just a shaking mess on the bed, and they high-fived over me like they’d won a game, and honestly, they kind of had. That double penetration left me sore for two days, but every time I replayed it in my head, I got that same flutter low in my belly, knowing I’d do it again in a heartbeat if they asked.