My Daughter's Secret Diary

Mona's sorting dirty clothes when she pulls out Riley's diary. She's nosy as hell and cracks it open anyway. The words hit her like a slap. Riley's been fantasizing about eating her tits, licking her pussy, getting it all down on paper like some filthy bucket list aimed right at her step-mom. Heat curls through Mona right there at the laundry basket, pussy getting slick just reading it. Then Riley walks in and catches her red-handed. Mona stumbles over an apology, but Riley just grins. She left it there on purpose. Eighteen now, she doesn't want daydreams anymore; she wants Mona's mouth on her. Mona tries one weak question about “mixed-up feelings,” but Riley shuts her up with a hungry kiss. Clothes hit the floor. They trade nipples, sucking hard, then spread each other open and tongue-fuck until they're both soaked and shaking. Every break turns into another deep kiss, half laughing, half groaning, because tonight they're checking every box in that diary—and making new ones.