Bound To Have Fun

Daneen and her girl Gloria are cooling their heels at Daneen's place, practically vibrating for Mindy—Daneen's smoking hot stepmom—to finally fuck off so they can get down to it. The second the door clicks behind her, Daneen yanks a coil of rope from under the mattress, that trademark wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Tie me up," she tells Gloria. "Wrists to the headboard. Nothing crazy, just enough that I feel it." Gloria's all in. She loops the rope nice and snug, Daneen's arms spread and helpless, then climbs on like she owns the place. Tongue, fingers, hips grinding deep—Daneen moans loud enough to rattle the pictures, absolutely loving every second of being at Gloria's mercy. Door opens. Mindy stands there, purse dangling from one hand, eyebrow cocked like she's walked into a scene straight out of one of Daneen's filthy daydreams. The girls freeze mid-thrust. But Mindy doesn't freak. Instead she shuts the door with her heel, drops the purse, and says, deadpan and already pulling her top off, "I'm in—if you'll have me." Daneen grins like Christmas came early. Ten seconds later Mindy's between her stepdaughter's spread thighs, mouth working while Gloria grinds on Daneen's tongue, and the whole room turns into a tangle of sweaty, gasping, three-way heat.