Lessons

Eva and Daniel barge through the front door already halfway out of their clothes. Forgot the babysitter is still here. Jenna looks up from the couch and freezes—Eva's already on her knees, dress hitched up, mouth wrapped tight around Daniel's cock. Spit trails down her chin, runs down his balls, hits the hardwood. Sloppy, loud, filthy. Eva clocks Jenna watching and grins around the dick in her mouth. "Don't just stand there," Eva says, pulling off for half a second, string of spit connecting her bottom lip to his tip. "Sit down. Pay attention. You might learn how to suck a man right for once." Jenna sinks onto the cushion. Can't look away. Daniel groans, hips rocking forward, Eva taking him deep again. Gagging herself on it, eyes watering, but she's enjoying every second—showing off, proud of the mess she's making. Jenna presses her thighs together, heartbeat slamming against her ribs. She's not leaving. She's glued to the couch, watching everything.