Riches To Rags

Alexis Fawx and her stepdaughter Gia Derza sit on the bed, clutching tiny slips of paper. Alexis can’t believe her husband’s nerve—those checks are a million each, but only if they cut ties. Gia shakes her head; it’s low, even for him. No surprise her real mom bolted years ago. Alexis smirks, says she’s glad that happened, or she’d never have married into the family and fallen for Gia. They trade a slow, deep kiss. Gia wishes her dad hadn’t caught them. Now it’s either cash out and split or he’ll divorce Alexis and boot them both. Alexis’s smile fades—she signed a prenup; if he leaves her, they’ll have nothing. No more luxury for Gia, and that kills Alexis. Gia cups Alexis’s face and stares her down. There’s no one else, she doesn’t want anyone else. She tears her check in half, shreds fluttering down. Alexis laughs, rips hers apart too. They swear their love, kissing hard. Gia moans, “I’m glad you came into my life as my step-mom…Mom,” while Alexis strips her panties and dives between her thighs. Weeks later the two are back in a cramped bedroom, cheap clothes on their backs. Their fall from riches to rags is done. Gia whispers she can’t believe they’re finally here—new place, new life. Alexis asks if she regrets anything. Gia grins: she’s broke, happy, and the luckiest girl alive. Their mouths crash together again, tops flying off to bare Gia’s perky tits and Alexis’s heavy MILF breasts. Alexis slides a hand into Gia’s shorts; they grind, moan, and drive each other over the edge, proving cash can’t touch what they’ve got.