Fine, Have ME Instead!

Annie King finally snaps. She corners River in the kitchen, slams the fridge door shut, and tells her to cut the bullshit. No more midnight meet-ups with that walking red flag of a girlfriend. River's just about to mouth off when Annie drops the offer like a slap. "You need to get off that bad? Fine. Use me instead." The air goes thick. Annie's already pulling her tank top over her head, nipples hard from the cold air and the look on River's face. River's stunned, then hungry—grabs her stepmom's waist, shoves her back against the counter, fingers already snaking past the waistband of Annie's shorts. Annie spreads her legs like she's daring her: come on, do your worst. River fingers her right there, deep and messy, palm grinding against Annie's clit while Annie bites her own wrist to keep from moaning too loud. When she cums she clamps around those fingers, hips jerking, then pushes River down onto a chair and straddles her lap. Annie rides the girl's thigh like she's trying to fuck the attitude right out of her, clit dragging, leaving a wet streak. She grabs River by the jaw and kisses her—filthy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding—then stands, yanks her shorts aside, and tells River to lick her clean. River drops to her knees, tongue lapping up every drop, Annie's hands in her hair, grinding slow against that eager mouth until her second orgasm rolls through her. She drags River back up, shoves two fingers down the girl's throat so she can taste herself, and tells her, low and smug, "Next time you get that itch? You come to me. No more drama-bait girlfriends. Got it?" River's still catching her breath but nods, eyes glassy, thighs shaking, already wanting more.