Tongue-Tied

Harley’s in her room, trying to nail her speech when stepmom Shay bursts in and catches the whole thing. Shay’s jaw drops when she finds out her girl is valedictorian, yet didn’t breathe a word. Harley confesses she’s frozen—stage fright got her tongue. Shay steps up, smooth as ever, and starts running some cool-down drills: roll the tongue, shape the vowels. Flat. They switch to cheeky tongue twisters, and Shay spits it straight out: ‘Luscious lesbians lick their lovers and lemon lollipops.’ Harley snorts mid-sentence, cheeks blazing. ‘See? You’re loosening up,’ Shay purrs. She eyes Harley’s mouth like a dare, then drops the real plan. Time to train that tongue the dirty way—right on stepmom’s pussy instead of some dumb chant. Ready when you are, she says, already peeling off that skirt with a smirk that dares Harley to flinch first.