Secret Dancer

When Alison spots the strip club coupon in the kitchen, she pins it on her dad right away. Thinking he is cheating, she is ready to spill to her stepmom. Then Alana rolls up in a cab, caked in makeup and poured into a leopard print outfit so tight it barely counts as clothes. The light bulb goes off. Alison waves the coupon in Alana's face and forces the truth. Alana is the one grinding at the club, not him. She swears it is about freedom, cash, and the thrill, and begs Alison to keep it quiet. Only catch is Alison wants a lap dance first. Alana weighs her options, hates them both, and goes with the dance. She wriggles on Alison's lap, stiff and awkward. Alison does not stay still for long. Her hands cup Alana's small tits and she unties the bikini top even as Alana protests. The confessions fly now. Alison has been stealing glances at Alana in the shower forever, horny to touch that body. She peels Alana's panties down despite the motherly groans that this is past the limit. Alison just turns up the heat, slides her fingers inside, and feels Alana's wet heat clutch around them. Alana squirms but cannot stop the first moan when Alison drops to her knees and licks. The kid eats her stepmom out like she is been starved for it, and soon Alana is bucking, thighs shaking, cumming into Alison's mouth. Next thing Alana knows, the teen is straddling her face for payback while Alana rubs her own clit in sloppy circles. Alison wedges their pussies together in tight scissor strokes until Alana is moaning again, then finishes her off with two quick fingers. Both end up sixty-nining, faces buried, bodies trembling hard as they cream on each other's tongue at the same time.