Not In That Dress

Kylie Page slips into a dress so tight her tits nearly spill out, and her stepmother Tanya Tate stops her cold. That outfit's not leaving the house, she snaps. Kylie rolls her eyes but obeys, retreating to Tanya's closet for something safer. She finds a white crop so skimpy it barely covers her chest and a skirt that stops below her ass, then mutters that Tanya's the real hypocrite as she puts them on. Caught red-handed, Tanya locks the door instead of shouting. Kylie swallows when she realizes her father's away, but Tanya's lips are already on hers, rough and decisive. Tanya's hand slides between Kylie's thighs, rubbing her pussy through the tiny lace panties until the teen is slick. She peels them off, climbs up to straddle Kylie's mouth, and grinds down hard, riding the younger girl's tongue until her own thighs shake and she comes with a hoarse moan. But she's not finished teaching. Tanya settles her glistening pussy directly over Kylie's and starts thrusting in long, firm strokes. Every roll of her hips sends a wet slap through the room as Kylie's heavy breasts bounce beneath her, nipples tight. They grind together, wet heat slipping and catching, until Tanya's tattoos flex and both women break, breath ragged, bodies jerking in time.