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Alli Rae’s pussy is screaming for attention, so she ducks into the bathroom with her legs already spread, fingers ready to do damage. She never clicks the lock. Door swings wide, and Cherie DeVille steps in, catching her step-daughter knuckle-deep and soaking wet. Cherie doesn’t flinch. In fact she smiles, feeling damn proud that the girl’s finally figured out how to scratch her own itch. Alli, bright red and dripping on the tile, clams up fast—no way is she spilling her filthy thoughts to mom. Cherie knows one place that’ll rip those walls down: Sapphic Bliss Spa, the full-contact lesbian massage joint her friend Tanya raves about. Appointment booked—Mother-Daughter Day with Remy Lacroix and Dillion Harper, two tongue-queens who eat hesitation for breakfast. Those three turn Alli into their personal feast, spreading, licking, and coaxing every shy inch of her open till she’s shaking, squirting, and finally admitting exactly how badly she needs more girl between her thighs. By the time they’re done, pussy-hungry Alli is smiling, spent, and already counting the hours till round two.