Forbidden frustrations

Elexis Monroe stood barefoot in the kitchen, gripping the marble counter like it might steady her. The house felt too quiet now that her daughter had gone back to campus, but tonight Ingrid had shown up instead. Too young. Too comfortable. Jeans riding low on her hips. She asked for a glass of water like she’d lived here. When Elexis handed it over their fingers touched and neither of them pulled away. Ingrid kissed her first—sudden, decisive. Elexis tasted mint and reckless heat. She kissed back harder. They stumbled into the hallway and then the stairs, hands tearing at shirts, bras snapping open. Ingrid’s breasts filled her palms, warm and real, nipples stiff against her tongue as she bent to suck. Ingrid pushed her fingers under the older woman’s waistband and stroked her open, slow circles turning urgent. By the time they reached the bedroom both were stripped to panties. Elexis lay back while Ingrid peeled them down and spread her thighs. Tongue met wet cunt, licking long and slow, then flicking her clit until Elexis gasped and clutched the sheets. She came once with Ingrid’s mouth sealed over her, thighs shaking. Then she rolled the girl beneath her, slid two fingers deep inside the tight pussy she’d wanted all night. Ingrid arched, wet heat squeezing her knuckles, and begged for more. Elexis gave it to her until Ingrid’s cries filled the room and her back lifted off the mattress. Afterward they stayed tangled, sweat cooling on skin, breathing the same air.