Washing Away My Step-Daughter's Sins

Kristen couldn't believe her luck. Her stepmom Ariella actually dragged her to Vegas, and the girl was dying to hit the clubs, but mommy dearest kept dragging her to museums and dinner shows instead. Fuck that noise. Kristen waited until lights-out, slipped into that tiny lavender dress, and snuck out. Body glitter everywhere, nipples pierced and free, no panties under that hem, looking like trouble and loving it. Ariella was waiting. The second Kristen tiptoed back in, she got busted. Ariella clocked the sparkly makeup and that little scrap of fabric barely covering her ass, then lost it when she realized there were no panties underneath. "Get in the bath," she snapped. The second Kristen’s dress hit the floor, Ariella’s eyebrows shot up—nipple rings and a shaved pussy, just like that. The water felt good until Mommy stepped in too. Naked. Tits out, huge, wet, and warm. Kristen leaned back between her legs feeling weird as hell, but Ariella started talking, voice all honey and understanding. The washcloth dragged slow over her skin, dipping between her thighs, rubbing soft circles. Kristen’s breath caught. She jerked back, but Ariella smiled and coaxed her right back to the edge of the tub, cloth gone, tongue flicking her clit like she’d done it a thousand times. Kristen’s fingers gripped tile while Ariella’s tongue worked her open and a slick finger teased her asshole, pushing just enough. The orgasm slammed through her and she almost slid back into the water. When she caught her breath, she dropped down between Ariella’s thighs and paid it back, sucking and licking until her stepmom’s deep moan echoed off the tile. That stubborn glitter was finally gone.