Learning From The Best

Kenzie's face-planting her laptop, cursing bolsters under her breath. What the fuck do they actually do? Dee struts by, notices the meltdown, asks what's eating her. Kenzie spills the whole exam nightmare and admits she's jealous Dee's already the real deal. Dee says practice beats destiny every time. Kenzie's desperate for a break anyway, so she hops on the table with that cushion shoved under her knees. Heat builds fast—whether from nerves or Dee's hands she can't tell. Then Dee tells her to flip. Now Kenzie's ass and pussy are lifted like an invitation. Dee's fingers drift, brushing over Kenzie's cunt, rubbing slow. They both freeze for half a second, feel the spark, then stop pretending. Dee eats Kenzie out like the bolster's doing half the work. Fingers slide in, tongue follows. Kenzie moans into the table, then demands a turn. She wants to taste her step-mom the same way. If she fails the test tomorrow? Fuck it—she'll keep scheduling "lessons" till she nails it.