More Her Type

Jordan Maxx strolls through the door looking fine as hell after a day out, swaps some words with her stepdaughter Madi Collins, and can't hide her frustration. That new friend Naomi Foxxx turned her down flat, won't touch women her own age—wants the young ones. Madi hates seeing Jordan sulk so she cooks up a scheme. Next day they're on Naomi's doorstep with zero warning. Naomi answers, gets a good look at Madi for the first time, and the heat is instant. While the three of them bullshit in the living room, Madi turns the charm up to eleven. Jordan suddenly fakes a work text, bolts like the house is on fire, leaves Naomi stuck driving the pretty little stranger home. Door barely shuts before Madi is pressing in close, lips brushing Naomi’s ear, and Naomi’s fighting a losing battle against that mouth. Madi coos about blindfolding her; Naomi grins like a cat and says hell yes. With the silk over her eyes, Madi texts Jordan to slip back in and takes Jordan’s hand, guiding it straight between Naomi’s thighs. Jordan’s tongue replaces Madi’s, licking slow and filthy, Naomi still thinking it’s the daughter doing all that. Just as Jordan’s two fingers sink knuckle-deep, Naomi yanks the blindfold off and freezes. Then the truth comes spilling out—apologies, heavy breathing, the whole mess—and Naomi’s laugh turns into a growl when she admits she likes Jordan just as much, was only scared to risk the friendship. Nothing left to hide now, the three women are sweaty, half-stripped, and they pile back into each other like they’ve still got a debt to settle.