Never Too Small

Alina West’s got a bone to pick with her step-mom. While Cherie’s busy burning through cookbooks, Alina’s left sitting on the sidelines, ignored and itchy for attention. Enough, she tells herself. Time to even the score. She catches Cherie in the kitchen, lays it out plain: she likes girls more than guys, and the girl she likes most right now is the one in front of her. Cherie doesn’t flinch. The top comes off, then Alina’s too, and the kitchen suddenly feels ten degrees hotter. Their mouths meet—soft at first—until Cherie’s hand slides inside Alina’s panties, two confident fingers working tight circles over her clit. Alina’s moan fills the room like she’s been holding it in for months. Cherie yanks the panties down, spreads Alina across the kitchen table like she’s the main course, and goes straight for it: tongue on wet folds, fingers pumping deep, then that slow grind of pussy on pussy that makes Alina shake. One orgasm rolls straight into the next until Alina’s legs are trembling and her voice cracks. Cherie stays between her thighs, licking up the mess, then looks up with a wicked grin. She offers a deal: Alina keeps helping in the kitchen, and Cherie keeps making her come whenever she wants. Alina grins back, already sold.