Three-Way Mistress: Part Three

Sinn’s been acting up again. The second she caught Daddy balls-deep in his little TA, Dillion, she saw an opening and took it—no hesitation. That girl doesn’t even think twice anymore; her pussy runs the playbook and it wants new, wet mouths every single day. India comes home from her “business trip” and the second Sinn sits on the bed you can smell the scheme coming off her like perfume. India just smirks, says she’s got exactly the prize her bad girl’s been waiting for, then peels her soaked panties aside and drags that tongue over Sinn’s clit like she’s trying to read braille. Takes her sweet time, flat pressure, tiny circles, never quite gives enough—just enough for Sinn to chase it, hips pumping, cunt aching for India’s fingers to split her open. When those two digits finally sink in, Sinn goes tight, eyes rolling, nothing but raw need and gratitude while India milks the orgasm out of her. Doesn’t stop there. The second Sinn catches her breath she flips her step-mom back, spreads India wide and buries her face, tongue flicking and fingers stroking like she’s starving for it. India arches, fists the sheets, then breaks with a sharp gasp and a long, low groan as Sinn’s tongue fucks another messy climax out of her.