The Runaway: Part Two

Night hits fast and Cherie Deville’s mommy kink is still going strong. She’s tucking Jessa Rhodes in when she decides the kid needs a little gift—a skimpy two-piece set that leaves nothing to the imagination. Cherie strips down right there, showing off pink lace stretched tight over a body built for trouble. They swap good-night kisses, Cherie tucks her under the covers, then steps out. The second the lights go down Jessa starts thrashing, screaming about ghosts of dads and missing homes. Cherie bolts back, scoops the girl up, lets Jessa bury her face between huge, warm tits until the shaking stops. “Nobody’s taking you anywhere,” Cherie growls, “you’re mine now.” Jessa’s still quivering, needs release, so Cherie just spreads those soft thighs, pushes the silk crotch aside, and spits straight onto a smooth, pink slit. Two fingers slide in easy once the spit’s dripping. Jessa arches, sucking greedily on a stiff nipple while her own juices start to coat Cherie’s hand. Cherie’s pussy’s soaked too; she swings around, plants a thick ass on Jessa’s mouth, rocks her heavy tits down for more greedy sucks, grinding until the room’s nothing but wet sounds and hot breath. Jessa tongues deep, knows exactly what Mommy needs. Cherie fingers harder, faster, until Jessa’s thighs lock and she comes loud enough to chase every nightmare out of the house. Both women shaking, smiling like cats that got the cream.