Morning Sneak Peek

Luna creeps into the hallway at dawn, skirt still hiked from last night's party. On the couch her stepmom Helena's asleep, legs parted, the robe fallen open to a black lace bra barely containing her tits and a matching thong pulled tight over a smooth, plump pussy. The sight hits Luna square in the gut; she can't look away. As she inches past, the floorboard squeaks. Helena's eyes snap open, pissed. Before the chewing-out starts, Luna hits the charm hard—smoldering grin, biting her lip, acting like she hasn't noticed the tits on display instead of preaching innocence. Helena's no dummy, recognizes the con, but her nipples stiffen under the lace and heat starts pooling low between her thighs. Luna keeps pressing: leaning close, whispering filth about how good she looks spread out like that, how the lace clings and leaves nothing to the imagination. Helena catches a hint of Luna's sweet scent mixed with party sweat and figures the day could use some self-indulgence. Next minute Luna’s on her knees between Helena’s thighs, yanking the thong aside so she can tongue that slick folds slow and greedy, Helena’s hands buried in Luna’s hair, pushing her deeper. Luna spits on the wet slit then slides two fingers inside, curling them until Helena arches, moaning loud. Gown gone, lingerie rumpled around hips, Helena returns the favor—flip Luna over the arm of the couch, spread her cheeks, bury her face and lick hard circles around her puckered ass while knuckles drive knuckle-deep into the girl’s soaked cunt. Luna begs for more; Helena flips her again and climbs up to grind her dripping pussy against Luna’s until they're both shaking and coming in shaky, high-pitched gasps. Helena grabs Luna’s jaw afterwards, tells her they're not finished yet, and teases her clit raw with her fingers just in case Luna starts thinking with that eager little mouth about racking up new trouble.