Lost In Her Gaze

Jasmine just stepped through the door, still in her school clothes, when she heard her dad and Elexis going at it. The yelling hit her like a slap. She ducked into the hallway and listened, stomach tight, while he threatened to drag her with him. Then the front door slammed and he was gone. She slipped into the bedroom anyway. Elexis sat on the edge of the bed in that pink satin robe over black lingerie, eyes red but still hungry. The second Jasmine leaned in for a hug, Elexis caught her mouth and went for tongue. Jasmine tried to back off, said it felt wrong with everything still spinning, but her step-mom only pulled harder. The robe slid open. Elexis fed one heavy tit straight into Jasmine’s open lips. Jasmine sucked, half-dazed, and the nipple stiffened against her tongue. Elexis climbed right onto her lap, grinding her crotch over the seam of those tight jeans, denim dragging hot across her panties. She barked out orders—squeeze my ass, bite a little harder, keep sucking. Jasmine’s top and bra hit the floor. Elexis pinched and licked the small, puffy nipples, then yanked the jeans down and pressed two fingers over white cotton, feeling the wet patch spread. She tugged the fabric aside, licked a long stripe through the pink lips and the soft dark hair above them until Jasmine’s hips jerked. “Please, mom, inside,” Jasmine whispered. One finger slid in and the teen came quick, knees clamping around the older woman’s wrist. Elexis stripped the soaked panties, gave Jasmine a fast feel of her smooth, swollen pussy, then climbed on top. Their cunts met and slid together, wet skin on wet skin, hips rocking steady. She grabbed Jasmine’s worn panties off the floor and shoved them under her nose, breathing deep while they kept grinding. Jasmine wanted a taste. Elexis swung a thigh over her face and guided her mouth straight to her clit. The MILF rode those eager, gasping licks until she shook and flooded Jasmine’s tongue. With a wicked grin she stuffed the damp cotton between the girl’s teeth, kissed her through it, and they both listened for footsteps that hadn’t come—yet.