Undercover Stepdaughter

Zariah shows up at Sophia's with the quilt tucked under her arm. She's stitched it all back together, every tear sealed tight. Sophia pulls her close, kisses her cheek and says the work looks perfect. That kind of praise feels good until Zariah admits her own mom never bothers. Sophia decides to fix that. She pushes Zariah onto the couch, spreads her legs and dives between them, tongue hot and wet, hands gripping hard. Moans bounce off the walls as Sophia works her like a feast. Then the front door clicks open—Annie’s back early. Zariah barely has time to yank the quilt over her head and slide to the floor while Sophia drops back onto the couch, legs spread beneath the cloth. Annie steps in, chatting about traffic, totally clueless, but Sophia keeps her cool even as Zariah’s tongue drags slow and slick over her clit. She keeps answering Annie’s questions, voice steady, while her thighs shake and her pussy pulses around the silent tongue that refuses to stop licking. Every word Sophia says is a little tighter than the last, every second a dare not to moan. They chat straight through it, Annie none the wiser, until the front door finally shuts again and the quilt gets flung off so Sophia can ride Zariah’s face and take every inch of praise she planned to give.