Carter's Games: Part Two

Carter’s up to her old dirty tricks, circling April like it’s open season. April hits her with the eye-roll special and tries to dodge, but Carter doesn’t fold easy. “Roof over your head, remember?” she grins. That pulls April in, sighing, knowing the deal. Still, she’s twitchy about her husband upstairs, so Carter proposes the motel swap to ditch the heat. April shoots her lips out at “bedbugs,” but Carter shuts her up with kisses that taste like trouble. Game on again, even if April’s muttering she got hustled. They’re pawing at each other on the couch when big bro’s voice booms down the stairs. They jump, straighten, fake innocent chatter. The second his footsteps fade, tongues and fingers dive back in. Carter yanks April’s panties down and buries her mouth between April’s thighs, licking like she’s racing the clock. April’s halfway to coming when Carter strips bare, daring fate, not caring if her brother walks in swinging a bat. That risk only gets Carter wetter; she drags April to the edge and sucks her clit until April’s thighs clamp and she comes hard in Carter’s mouth. High on the win, April peels off her own clothes, spreads across Carter’s body, kisses down until her tongue hits slick skin. Mid-lick the husband’s feet thump on the bottom stair again—April freezes flat on the rug, licking quick over Carter’s pussy out of sheer panic. He buys Carter’s flirty errand excuse and heads back up. Alone again, Carter’s mouth is on April’s ass in a heartbeat, one hand knuckle-deep in her soaked cunt; April bites the cushion, trying to stay quiet. When they switch, April has Carter on her back and returns the favor, tongue working fast. They end up tangled, April grinding her slick pussy over Carter’s until both girls tense and shudder, cumming loud enough the mattress springs squeak.