The Stylist

Tonight Mrs. Rochester has something to prove. She’s the young trophy wife at a dinner with her husband’s friends, and she wants to look the part. She calls Lilly in, asking for help finding the right dress that says “classy” without screaming “I married up.” Lilly shows up with a rack of options and zero shame. While Mrs. Rochester strips down, Lilly keeps the compliments coming—hands grazing here, little tugs there. Mrs. Rochester isn’t shy about letting her touch linger. Before long the “fitting session” turns hands-on in the best way. Lilly’s fingers slip between Mrs. Rochester’s thighs, slow and confident, proving she can do more than pick outfits. Mrs. Rochester’s big natural tits bounce with every sharp breath while Lilly works her, teasing, rubbing, pushing two fingers in deep until the younger woman is biting back moans. Lilly watches her with a cocky grin, like she always knew the afternoon would end this way. By the time Lilly steps back and wipes her hand on a silk slip, Mrs. Rochester’s legs are shaky and the perfect dress is still hanging untouched on the rack.