Ella Knox is babysitting for Veronica Avluv, who's double-checking she won't sneak her boyfriend over like last time. With that low-cut dress hugging her tits and her lipstick done up, Ella looks ready to hit the clubs, not spend the night on the couch. After some sharp questions, Veronica heads out feeling confident she's covered her bases. The moment she's gone, Alina Lopez—Veronica's stepdaughter—walks in. They've both heard the other exists, but this is their first meet-up. Alina expected cute, not this smoking body sprawled across the cushions. She drops down right next to Ella, thigh pressed against thigh, fingers tracing the soft skin along Ella's arm. 'You're even hotter than my stepmom said.' Ella clears her throat, plays it professional, says she's here to work, but Alina keeps inching closer, palm sliding higher, voice dropping into something filthy and sweet at the same time. Ella's cheeks flush. Her nipples stiffen under the dress. Alina's mouth finds the shell of her ear. 'I've been thinking about tasting you since the second I walked in.' Ella whispers a weak 'we shouldn't,' but her thighs part anyway. By the time Veronica returns early and finds bras, panties, and that low-cut dress scattered from living room to hallway, her stomach drops. She storms to the bedroom, throat tight. There on the bed: Alina on her belly, face buried between Ella's spread legs, moaning into her soaked cunt. Veronica's jaw clenches. She clears her throat hard. The girls jolt upright, eyes wide. Ella scrambles for words, already reaching for her clothes, apologizing so fast it's barely coherent. Alina just smirks. 'She's pissed because she's jealous.' Veronica scoffs, but the flush creeping up her neck betrays her. Alina knows that look. 'You've been talking about Ella nonstop. Bet you touch yourself thinking about burying your face in her pussy too.' Veronica's mouth opens to deny it but Ella's already cupping her face, pulling her in. The kiss lands messy, hungry, and Veronica's hands fist in Ella's hair like she's starving. Alina watches for two seconds then dives back between Ella's legs, tongue working in rhythm with Veronica's groans. By the time the three of them collapse into each other, the afternoon's turned into something they'll replay every quiet moment for weeks.
Ella Knox is babysitting for Veronica Avluv, who's double-checking she won't sneak her boyfriend over like last time. With that low-cut dress hugging her tits and her lipstick done up, Ella looks ready to hit the clubs, not spend the night on the couch. After some sharp questions, Veronica heads out feeling confident she's covered her bases. The moment she's gone, Alina Lopez—Veronica's stepdaughter—walks in. They've both heard the other exists, but this is their first meet-up. Alina expected cute, not this smoking body sprawled across the cushions. She drops down right next to Ella, thigh pressed against thigh, fingers tracing the soft skin along Ella's arm. 'You're even hotter than my stepmom said.' Ella clears her throat, plays it professional, says she's here to work, but Alina keeps inching closer, palm sliding higher, voice dropping into something filthy and sweet at the same time. Ella's cheeks flush. Her nipples stiffen under the dress. Alina's mouth finds the shell of her ear. 'I've been thinking about tasting you since the second I walked in.' Ella whispers a weak 'we shouldn't,' but her thighs part anyway. By the time Veronica returns early and finds bras, panties, and that low-cut dress scattered from living room to hallway, her stomach drops. She storms to the bedroom, throat tight. There on the bed: Alina on her belly, face buried between Ella's spread legs, moaning into her soaked cunt. Veronica's jaw clenches. She clears her throat hard. The girls jolt upright, eyes wide. Ella scrambles for words, already reaching for her clothes, apologizing so fast it's barely coherent. Alina just smirks. 'She's pissed because she's jealous.' Veronica scoffs, but the flush creeping up her neck betrays her. Alina knows that look. 'You've been talking about Ella nonstop. Bet you touch yourself thinking about burying your face in her pussy too.' Veronica's mouth opens to deny it but Ella's already cupping her face, pulling her in. The kiss lands messy, hungry, and Veronica's hands fist in Ella's hair like she's starving. Alina watches for two seconds then dives back between Ella's legs, tongue working in rhythm with Veronica's groans. By the time the three of them collapse into each other, the afternoon's turned into something they'll replay every quiet moment for weeks.
