Jealous of My Son: Part Two

Sarah Vandella snaps awake, still wet from the dream about her new stepdaughter. She marches straight to Molly Mae’s room and lays it out plain—no warning, just heat. "I dreamed about you and now I gotta have you," she says, already peeling off her robe. Molly stares, speechless, but her mouth waters when those massive tits bounce free. Sarah drops to her knees, drags her tongue over Molly’s perky nipples, then spreads her thighs and sucks on that young pussy like she’s starving. Molly’s legs shake; every flick makes her breath catch and her hips push forward. Sarah swallows every slick inch, moaning into her like it’s her favorite flavor. They trade places, climb on each other, sixty-nine until both of them are grinding, slurping, and coming at the same time, thighs clamped around heads, the whole bed rocking with raw, nasty satisfaction.