Chore Duty Part 1

Rebel chooses outfits over housework every time. But Alexis catches her once again. This time the MILF doesn’t yell, she issues a cold warning, and Rebel quickly starts cleaning. Laundry spins, rooms straighten, plates rinse and stack, and the second she wipes her hands she moves for the door. Alexis stops her. The woman steps into the hallway wearing nothing but white lace, walks a slow circle around the teen and declares the day’s duties finished only when Alexis says they are. The woman wants a release before her afternoon call, nothing else. Rebel tries a short complaint and gets silence in return. She sinks to her hands and knees, leans in and drags her tongue in short, light strokes along the crease of Alexis’ ass. The muscle trembles; Alexis parts her feet wider. Rebel kisses lower, spreads the lips, circles the stiff clit. One finger slides in easy, curls once, and Alexis groans deep in her throat. When the first climax shivers through the older woman’s thighs, Alexis turns the favor, pushes Rebel onto the hallway rug, buries her face and sucks the girl’s wet clit until Rebel’s hips jerk hard and the orgasm breaks. Alexis licks it clean, then checks the time on the wall. “Two minutes,” she says, still glistening. “You’ll behave until I’m on that call.”