Every Minute We Have Left

Brooke Banner and her stepdaughter Skye Blue are fucked. In minutes, their kind of love gets banned. At midnight a neural signal kills every dirty thought they’ve ever had about each other. Skye swears they can fight it; Brooke knows better—she’s seen the tech flip minds before. The clock is a ticking bastard and there’s no loophole left. So they strip down hard, fingers fumbling over soft skin and big, natural tits. Tongues dive in like the last supper, wet sounds mixing with the countdown. Every lick, every moan, every slick slide of fingers is a fuck-you to midnight. Blonde hair sticks to flushed skin while they grind and suck, refusing to let one second slip away before the signal wipes the slate clean.