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Vegas Field Trip Part Two: My Mom & Her Mom
BTS-Vegas Field Trip Part Two: My Mom & Her Mom
Sara stepped into the hotel suite calling her stepmother’s name, but the silence answered back. She moved to the kitchen to fix something to eat when soft moaning drifted from the bedroom. Curious, she pushed the door open and froze. Ariella lay naked with India Summer, their bodies moving slow and lazy over each other. Sara’s voice came out small. Ariella looked up without a trace of shame and told her the truth: her father knew and didn’t mind. The two older women kept touching while they talked, skin sliding against skin, nipples brushing, hips shifting. India confessed her affair with Shyla, and Ariella admitted her own nights with Chloe. Sara listened, heat rising in her cheeks and between her legs. She had tried to bury the same hunger, but it refused to stay quiet. They read it on her face. Ariella reached first, lifting Sara’s shirt, thumbs circling those tight brown nipples until they stood stiff. India tugged shorts and panties down together, kissing the smooth skin as it appeared. Ariella’s fingers found the slick seam of her stepdaughter’s cunt and stroked once, twice, spreading wetness up to the clit. Sara moaned and asked for her mouth. Ariella knelt, tongue flicking, sucking, licking until Sara came hard against her lips. Still shaking, Sara was guided lower. She buried her face between India’s thighs while Ariella straddled India’s mouth, the three of them locked together, wet sounds and soft cries filling the room. Sara felt something open inside her, raw and grateful, already hungry for the next time.
Sara stepped into the hotel suite calling her stepmother’s name, but the silence answered back. She moved to the kitchen to fix something to eat when soft moaning drifted from the bedroom. Curious, she pushed the door open and froze. Ariella lay naked with India Summer, their bodies moving slow and lazy over each other. Sara’s voice came out small. Ariella looked up without a trace of shame and told her the truth: her father knew and didn’t mind. The two older women kept touching while they talked, skin sliding against skin, nipples brushing, hips shifting. India confessed her affair with Shyla, and Ariella admitted her own nights with Chloe. Sara listened, heat rising in her cheeks and between her legs. She had tried to bury the same hunger, but it refused to stay quiet. They read it on her face. Ariella reached first, lifting Sara’s shirt, thumbs circling those tight brown nipples until they stood stiff. India tugged shorts and panties down together, kissing the smooth skin as it appeared. Ariella’s fingers found the slick seam of her stepdaughter’s cunt and stroked once, twice, spreading wetness up to the clit. Sara moaned and asked for her mouth. Ariella knelt, tongue flicking, sucking, licking until Sara came hard against her lips. Still shaking, Sara was guided lower. She buried her face between India’s thighs while Ariella straddled India’s mouth, the three of them locked together, wet sounds and soft cries filling the room. Sara felt something open inside her, raw and grateful, already hungry for the next time.