Post-Car-Wash Clarity

Vivian gets home from that charity car wash looking proud as hell. She talks Sabrina's ear off about all the cars she cleaned, not knowing her soaked tank top's glued to her tits. Sabrina just smirks, lets her mom brag, then points out the obvious. Vivian freezes when she finally catches her reflection and realizes why the guys kept circling and why the other women looked ready to claw her eyes out. She spins toward the bedroom, mortified, but Sabrina catches her wrist. The girl steps in close, runs her fingers along the wet cotton, and starts peeling it off slowly. Vivian tries to protest, but the moment Sabrina's hand slides up and cups one bare breast, the fight melts. She ends up on the couch with Sabrina's mouth on her nipples and two fingers buried deep between her legs. The teasing turns filthy fast; Sabrina fingers her stepmom until Vivian's hips buck and she comes hard, panting and calling Sabrina a little brat while she rides it out.