Christmas Eve

Tiffany Rousso practically drools when her stepdaughter Milena drags Tiffany Tatum through the door. Dinner's a mess. Mom can't shut up, firing questions like she's trying to conduct a job interview with her tongue. 'So you're a lesbian, huh?' Milena's ready to crawl under the table. Finally the presents come out and the girls strip on the spot, hauling on the new pajamas. Mom watches every inch, eyes wide. Once the teenagers drift off to nap, Tiffany loses what little restraint she had. She slips in, breathing deep, fingertips sliding up Tatum's thigh, then straight between her legs. The girl wakes with a jolt, freezes, then smirks, spreads wider, lets the busty MILF finger-fuck her right beside her sleeping friend. Tongues follow, juices smear across smooth skin. Milena wakes to the sound of slurping, stunned. Tiffany brushes it off like it's nothing: 'It's Christmas, sweetheart. Come join the love.' She grabs the back of her stepdaughter's head and pushes her face straight into Tatum's soaked slit. Confusion turns to hungry curiosity. The three of them tangle fast—kisses traded, feet lifted and worshipped, sucking toes, soles rubbing clits, every girl moaning and laughing as the holiday heat hits its peak. Christmas never felt this nasty, or this damn good.