MILFly Manners

Izzy Wilde just moved in. She barely had time to unpack before Brooke and Charlie, two happily married lesbians, showed up with muffins and grins. They called it a welcome, but it sounded a lot like foreplay. Inside, the questions got personal fast. Dating anyone? Izzy laughed. She liked girls, but the ones she liked had mileage and know-how. Brooke and Charlie shared a quick, greedy look. Izzy felt it low in her stomach. Minutes later the three of them were heading to the bedroom like they’d been planning this for weeks. Clothes hit the floor. Brooke pressed Izzy down on the sheets, kissing her hard, while Charlie’s hands slid between her legs, already slick and ready. They took turns tasting her, praising her body like it was a prize, then guided her between Charlie’s thick thighs while Brooke licked her open. Wet sounds filled the room—Izzy’s eager tongue, Brooke’s filthy little commentary, Charlie’s thighs trembling on either side of Izzy’s face. They kept her busy, kept her full, until she lost track of whose fingers were inside her and whose mouth was devouring her. By the time they collapsed in a sweaty pile, the muffins were still sitting untouched on the counter, icing melting in the heat.