A Lapdance To Remember

Rachael Cavalli shifts in her seat, nerves buzzing. Emma Hix clocks the fidgeting and asks what's up. Rachael spills it—her bachelorette party's about to throw strippers her way and she has zero game for lap dances. Emma's calm about it, swears it'll be fine, but that doesn't cut it for Rachael; she keeps picturing herself freezing while some guy grinds on her.Emma decides hands-on is the only thing that'll shake the jitters. She offers to sit Rachael down and grind on her, stripper style, right now. Rachael squirms at the idea, but something about Emma’s low, sure tone makes her cave. Emma climbs into her stepmom’s lap slow and easy, hips rolling in lazy circles, chest brushing Rachael’s every time she leans in. The first few passes are showy, innocent teasing, until Emma feels the heat blooming under Rachael’s robe. That does it for Emma. She presses lower, grinds harder, silky thighs gripping Rachael’s waist while fingertips tease across bare collarbones. The move turns filthy fast.Emma catches the quick flicker of nipples pressing against fabric and smiles against Rachael’s neck. She slips a hand beneath the robe, cups a heavy tit, and rolls the stiff peak between her fingers until Rachael’s breath stutters. Rachael’s palms end up on Emma’s ass without asking, squeezing hard enough to leave marks. Mortified, she jerks them back, but Emma moans soft and needy, so Rachael stays put, kneading deeper. That’s all the green light Emma needs; she pulls Rachael into a slow, filthy kiss, tongues sliding, hips rocking down against the soaked heat between them until Rachael’s thong is a useless scrap. They tumble sideways onto the couch. Emma slides lower, tugging Rachael’s panties aside and burying her tongue right where she needs it, lapping and sucking in eager, hungry strokes. Rachael fists blonde hair, thighs twitching, until one of Emma’s fingers slips inside and hooks forward. Her whole body locks, shaking through a sharp climax she didn’t see coming. Both of them are grinning when it’s over—lap dance turned straight-up sex. Best practice run possible.