Lady Daddy: Part Two

Janice had the hots for Dana bad. Fresh renovations outside meant fresh chances to eye-fuck her through the windows. The second Dana bent for her hammer, Janice opened the door in see-through lingerie, tits ready to spill. Dana barely got the door shut before Janice yanked her shirt, tossed her ass on the couch, and sucked each breast like she needed to prove a point. Clothes hit the floor. Janice dove tongue-first between Dana's thighs, lips smacking wet, until Dana arched and came loud enough for the neighbors. Dana wasn't done. She yanked Janice's clit between two fingers, rolled it like she knew the trick, then sealed her mouth over the whole mess and pumped her fingers in until Janice shook, cursed, and gushed on her wrist. No break for air; they scissored right there, hips slapping, hands rubbing furious circles till both legs quaked. Front door clicks—husband walks in. Dana still half-naked, dripping, just grins, pulls the limp fucker forward, and slams home the truth: Janice's pussy belongs to the one with the power tools.