Measure Pleasure

Pristine Edge lets Laney Grey through the door and finds out the tailor’s here to whip up matching baton costumes for her and stepdaughter Bianca Bangs. They’ll twirl at the charity fair, looking like mother-daughter trouble in short skirts and shiny boots. Laney gets straight to it—she needs the pair down to nothing but bras and panties so she can measure every inch without fabric cheating her. Pristine raises a brow; Bianca bites her lip, but they both peel off their tops and jeans until they’re standing shoulder-to-shoulder in matching lace. Laney starts at Pristine’s hips, tape whispering around warm skin, then slides lower, knuckles brushing Bianca’s thigh. A charge hits the air. Pristine’s nipples stiffen against silk. Bianca’s breath skips. Laney’s fingers shake when they trail over their bellies, breath quickening, suddenly less interested in numbers than in how close they’re standing. She drops the tape, leans in, lips skimming Pristine’s neck, and both women don’t pull away. Heat ripples—hands on tits, mouths trading spit—then all three tumble to the couch, bras snapping loose, panties yanked aside. Laney licks straight up Bianca’s thigh while Pristine spreads her stepdaughter’s legs wider, tongues and fingers sliding in hot, slick circles until the room smells like wet cunt and the trio’s fucking like it’s their own charity event.