A Good, Stern Talking-To

Jane gets off the phone with another pissed-off client and hollers for London River, her stepmom, to get in the living room. She tells her the whole dog-sitting operation’s getting its balls busted because London keeps dressing like a slut on walks and grinding up against husbands. London laughs it off, claims she’s just “friendly,” but Jane calls her out and then blurts that London flirts with her too, right in their own house. The vibe flips. Jane admits she’s into it. London says she’s been waiting on that. They ditch the small talk, shove the schedule aside, and dive straight at each other—mouths crashing, hands everywhere, finally scratching the itch they’ve both been dancing around. They peel clothes off in a hurry, lips traveling fast, tongues swapping spit and tasting what they’ve hidden for months. London spreads Jane wide on the couch, fingers slipping inside, knuckles nudging Jane’s clit with every stroke. Jane moans, tilts her hips, and doesn’t hide the praise. They keep it sweaty, thighs locked, slick cunts sliding together till neither can hold back another second.