May He Protect Us: Part Two

Tara Morgan got fucking screwed. One loose-lipped bitch at school heard about her first anal experiment and ran her mouth like it was her job. Now the whole school’s buzzing—Tara’s a slut, she’s nasty, she’s banging her own stepmom, all the bullshit you can shove into a rumor. It stings like hell, so Tara comes home with red eyes and spills every detail to Nina Elle. Nina just sighs, then cups her girl’s face like the trash talk doesn’t touch them. “Nothing wrong with a girl wanting cock up her ass, especially from her stepmom,” Nina says, running a thumb across Tara’s bottom lip. “Next time we do it slower, hotter, no rush. We’ll get it right so you feel it in your gut, not in your head.” Clothes hit the floor, and Nina grabs the lube like she’s greasing a prize engine. Fingers first—slick circles around Tara’s rim—then the thick head of the strap sliding in with steady, filthy pressure. Tara lets out one long moan that practically echoes off the headboard, and Nina answers with deeper strokes, hips clapping against smooth cheeks. Every thrust wipes the memory of those fuckwads away, replacing it with heat, sweat, and the addictive stretch Tara’s body was begging for. By the time Nina’s buried to the hilt and Tara’s shaking through the orgasm, every taunt at school feels like yesterday’s garbage, because the stepmom-daughter backdoor ride just got way too good to quit.