Behind On Chores

Lexi Luna’s been riding Liz Jordan’s ass for weeks—always slackin’ on chores, always getting away with it. Fed up, Lexi decides to ride that ass for real. Now she’s towering right there, arms crossed, while Liz bends over the dishwasher, sticking out that round little bottom in nothing but cut-off shorts. Every time Liz grabs a plate or a sock or drops to scrub the tile, Lexi’s pussy twitches like it’s on timer. She bites her lip, eyes glued to the way the denim rides up the crack of that tight teenage booty. Finally she cracks. “Fuck this—take those shorts off right now and I’ll cut you a deal. Keep cleanin’ the rest of the week and I’ll bury my tongue in that ass whenever you want.” Liz whips around, scandal written all over her face, cheeks burning. But the offer lands like a slap on wet skin—too filthy, too easy. She’s already hooking her thumbs in the waistband. “You serious?” she breathes. Lexi just grins, already squeezing the juicy handful waiting for her. “Dead. Now get on all fours, princess—mama wants dessert before chores finish.”