Morning Routine

Morning in the Kay-Dahl place, and Khloe’s already scheming. She waits till Siri throws an eye mask on, then sneaks her ass into the closet where Summer’s been camped out since last night. Summer doesn’t waste time—slides a finger straight between Khloe’s cheeks and gives the rim a slow, nasty stroke. They’re seconds from taking it further when Siri shifts and lifts the mask. Summer ducks back into the dark like a criminal, door clicks shut, and Khloe’s left standing there trying not to look busted. They manage to slip into the bathroom without getting ratted out. Soap up. Khloe grinds her soapy tits against Summer’s and the suds slide down between warm skin. Then she spins Summer around, pushes her tits flat to the glass door, and starts drilling her from behind, each thrust making her breasts squeak against the wet pane. Right when Khloe’s deep and groaning, the door swings open—Siri’s caught them, mouth open, mid-step. Surprise ripens into a dirty grin. Turns out she’s not mad; she just wants in on the fun too.