Lady Daddy: Part One

Janice Griffith's on the phone bitching at her limp-dick husband, but construction noise keeps blasting outside. She pops out and chews out the worker—Dana DeArmond—for making that racket. Even thinks she's a dude at first. Dana shuts the tools down, hears Janice sobbing in the can, and slides in with some girl-talk. Next thing you know the two of them are clocking each other like horny teenagers. Dana leans in, lips colliding, spit swapping, and any thought of Janice's deadbeat husband flies out the window. Fabric whispers as the dress drops. Dana’s fingers skim bare skin, rubbing the wet seam of Janice’s thong, then teeth latch onto nipples until they spike. Janice peels the thong off, sits back with legs open, showing smooth, glistening folds. Dana dives in, tongue flat and greedy, jaw working until Janice’s thigh trembles. They swap, knees on each side of faces, loud slurping filling the air. When tongues need a break they shove slick toes up each other, first slow, then faster, curling, pressing sweet spots until moans turn into screams. Bodies jerk, clits throb, cum runs hot down skin. When they finally unclench, Janice laughs through shaky breath and says she feels worlds better.