Cold Reading

Melissa bursts into Reena’s room with a script in hand and catches the older woman already flushed, thighs glistening and a copy of the Kama Sutra open beside her. “Rehearsal time,” Melissa grins, cocky, ignoring the half-finished moan. Reena tries to shut her down—promised her dad not to touch the little brat again—but her clit’s still throbbing from hours of slow, teasing touches she never finished, and Melissa knows that weakness when she sees it. On the sofa, lines are barely read before Melissa whines that they should move to the bedroom; “scene is supposed to happen there, right?” Reena gives in. Melissa peels away the silk kimono, palms full breasts, licks a wet trail straight down her stomach. Reena’s still swearing “just one time” when Melissa pulls soaked panties aside and slaps her tongue up, down, circles, sucks hard until Reena’s hips jerk, throat tight, one quick filthy pulse soaking Melissa’s chin. Breathless, Reena yanks her stepdaughter onto the mattress, yanks her leggings low, tongue hungry—lapping the warm pink slit, nose pressed right against the swollen clit. Melissa rides it, grinding, until she’s slick down to Reena’s chin, then spins and plants her ass on the older woman’s spread cheeks, slapping flesh on flesh, pussy grinding hot and hard until both of them are shining and shaking. Minutes later Reena traps Melissa’s thighs, sucks that little clit straight between her lips and doesn’t stop, humming, lapping deeper until Melissa clamps, howls, and floods Reena’s mouth with another rush that runs down her chin and onto the sheets.