The Secret Package

August gets jumpy with her man gone so Jelena swings by, carrying that package that showed up at the door. Inside sits this freaky doll and some dusty old book. August figures it must be a spell book, and when she reads the first page out loud, the air seems to snap. Everything flips sideways once Jelena makes her move. August freezes, tells her to knock it off, and Jelena stomps into the kitchen with the doll like she owns the place. Next thing August knows, her clothes feel too tight. Heat pools between her legs, thick and insistent, and the only relief has tits bigger than hers and the same last name. August fights it, swears she doesn't eat pussy, but her cunt's pulsing so hard she can barely stand. She crawls across the floor, jeans unzipped, heavy tits swinging, begging that smug mother-in-law to make it stop. Jelena straddles her face, slick folds pressed to August's lips, and the smell alone pushes her over. August gives in, tongue working while she grinds her own soaked pussy against Jelena's thigh, then climbs on top and rides until both women are shaking and loud, drenching each other in quick, messy orgasms.