No Sex For A Week

India Summer and Vanna Bardot can't keep their hands to themselves. Vanna was barely legal when it started, and now they fuck every chance they get. Chores pile up. Grades slide. India finally cracks, slams the rules down: no sex for seven days. Stay on task, chores and study all done, then they can tear into each other again. Vanna whines and calls her a wicked stepmom, but she agrees. That week tests every ounce of their will. India keeps catching herself staring at Vanna’s tight little ass while she bends over. Vanna lingers on India’s tits every time she reaches high for something. Tensions break when Vanna spills water across her shirt, nipples hard and obvious, and she plays it up just to watch India sweat. One more day. A simple hug is all it takes. Weeks of heat finally snaps and they crash together mouth-to-mouth, tongues frantic. Clothes hit the floor. Hands claim tits, lips latch onto nipples, fingers plunge deep into dripping cunts. They moan and rut like it’s the first time, every thrust loaded with seven raw days of pent-up need. Maybe denying themselves again sounds kind of hot after all.