The Secret Package

August jumps at every creak with her husband gone. Jelena arrives carrying a package that showed up on the porch. Inside rests an old book and a creepy little doll. August reads a passage aloud. Magic crackles through the room like a charge. Minutes later Jelena leans in, lips parted, eyes dark with intent. August pulls away, heart pounding, cheeks burning. Jelena takes the doll to the kitchen and works whatever dark trick the thing can do. Suddenly August’s clothes feel too tight. Heat pools between her legs. She strips on the sofa, thighs slick, nipples tight. Her pussy throbs for release, yet the one woman close enough to help is her husband’s mother, and August isn’t even into women. “Please,” she pants, hips rolling, “I need to come.” Jelena sinks onto August’s face, cunt wet and warm against her mouth. August licks and moans into it, need twisting sharper with every breath of that musky scent. She can’t wait anymore. She rolls Jelena beneath her, mounts her, grinds until both women cry out together, slick thighs shaking, pleasure hitting hard and sweet.