Bad Influences-In-Law

Xwife Karen sneaks Nicole Aria back inside the dark house after another late blowout. Her wife’s asleep somewhere—Karen isn’t checking. Soon as the door clicks, the two drop clothes and slide onto the rug. Mouths busy, they suck toes and bury faces between each other’s legs to swallow every sound. Every time a wet moan threatens to slip out they press harder, tongues flicking, hips rolling slow so the floor doesn’t creak. Nicole’s laughter shakes in her chest; Karen grins and keeps her locked down, both of them quivering, breathing through their noses as they come hard and quiet.