Morning Sneak Peek

Luna Luxe slips through the front door the morning after, still tasting last night's shots on her tongue, only to spot Helena Locke passed out on the couch. Her stepmom's robe gapes open, flashing red lace that barely covers her tits and a tiny thong disappearing between thick cheeks. Luna freezes, eyes glued, nipples hardening under her own thin dress at the sight. One careful step, then another, but her ankle pops and Helena's eyes snap open. The older woman sits up angry, robe hanging even wider, but Luna's already smirking, bending low so her tiny skirt rides up to reveal she skipped panties too. "You look mad... wanna punish me?" she teases, stepping closer until her bare knee brushes Helena's thigh. Helena knows the game yet her gaze lingers, tongue wetting her lips as heat floods between her legs. The robe hits the floor. Luna drops to her knees, yanks that thong aside, and buries her tongue straight into Helena's soaked pussy. Helena moans, grabs a fistful of Luna's hair, grinds against her face, then spins her stepdaughter around, bends her over the couch, and drives two fingers deep into that tight, dripping hole. They fuck messy and loud—Luna riding Helena's strap until her legs shake, Helena riding Luna's tongue until her juices run down her chin. Clothes stay half-on, lipstick smears, thighs slap, and by the time they're both shaking through orgasm, the late-night party feels like ancient history.