Galentine's Day

Reese sits there pouting like someone cancelled Christmas. Alone on Valentine's Day, zero plans, zero dick. Sophia clocks the mood and decides to flip the script. Fine, they're both flying solo, so why not spoil each other stupid instead? They call it Galentine's Day. Done. The two of them turn the house into their own little pleasure pit, trading facials, mani-pedis, margaritas, the works. Reese eventually rolls her eyes and groans that she's missing the one service a gift card can't buy. No girlfriend means no tongue, no fingers, nada. Sophia doesn't miss a beat, just shrugs, heads to her bedroom, and comes back waving her favorite wand like it's a goddamn prize. Problem solved, right? Except Reese stares at the thing like it's alien tech. Sophia laughs, spreads her stepdaughter's legs, and clicks the toy to life. She shows her where to press, how much pressure, when to ease off, and Reese's eyes go wide the second the buzz hits her clit. Sophia keeps guiding her, calm but filthy, talking her through every twitch and whimper until Reese cums so hard her knees jerk. By then Sophia's soaked through her own panties. Reese catches the look and offers the wand back, plus a trade. They end up tangled on the couch, swapping the toy and each other's mouths, making damn sure every inch of both of them gets taken care of. Galentine's Day, baby.