Free-Use Vacay

Lexi Luna and Demi Hawks roll up to this cozy bed-and-breakfast, giggly and buzzed from the drive. Rachael Cavalli, the hot owner with legs for days, shows them around. She clocks the flirty vibe right away. Once she hears it’s a full-on romantic getaway, she just smirks—claims she’s straight but “live and let fuck.” Age gaps, girl-on-girl, whatever keeps everyone happy and over eighteen is cool with her. Demi blurts out that Lexi is technically her stepmom. Rachael blinks once, shrugs, and says, “Consenting adults. Not my circus.” She waves them toward their room, promises fresh towels, and strolls off. The second the door shuts, Lexi and Demi tear each other’s clothes off. Demi ends up on all fours, face buried in the comforter while Lexi slides in deep with two slick fingers. They’re loud, wet, shameless—until Rachael strolls back in with a vase of flowers like it’s the most normal thing in the world. She arranges the blooms on the nightstand, humming, while Lexi switches from fingers to a fat strap-on and starts pounding Demi hard enough to make the bed squeak. Rachael straightens a lampshade, wipes a speck off the mirror, eyes on the mess of slick and lube like it’s just another housekeeping task. Demi moans loud enough to rattle the windows. Rachael? Calm as a lake. “Let me know if you need more towels,” she says over her shoulder, already heading for the door. The strap keeps slamming, and Rachael doesn’t miss a step.