My Daughter's Secret Job: Part One

Samantha was setting up when Mindy walked in. Thinking it was the next client, the teen chirped in her sweetest voice, ready to give the schoolgirl special. Then she turned. Mindy stood there with that slow, knowing smile. Panic hit. Samantha tried to cover it with excuses, saying she was just saving for school, that her dad couldn't know. Mindy suggested a trade. She peeled off her dress, stretched out bare on the table, a thick dark tuft between her legs on full display. "Don't bother with the towel," she said. Samantha went through the motions, oiling the long curves, but when Mindy rolled onto her stomach, she asked for exactly the service Samantha had offered. The touch moved lower, fingers gliding over her ass, and still Mindy didn't flinch. She wanted her toes sucked. She stretched her foot forward, let the teen kiss and work each toe with a slow, wet mouth. When Mindy finally lay on her back, she lifted one breast and gave an order. Rub them. Or she would tell Samantha's father. Samantha rubbed the heavy tits, then followed the hand between the older woman's open thighs. Gentle, long strokes over the soft, soaked slit. Mindy stayed calm, guiding her through the wet heat, moaning when Samantha's fingers found the right pressure. Then she pulled the girl closer by the pigtails, told her to put her tongue to work instead. After a few minutes, Mindy clicked her tongue. Not good enough. She made Samantha strip, laid her down, and took her place at the younger girl's bushy little cunt. The slow, hungry mouth pushed Samantha over fast. She came sharp against Mindy's lips, shaking and slick. She barely caught her breath before she was reaching for the MILF, lips to lips, bare skin to bare skin. Matching bushes pressed, sliding together until both of them came hard, thighs trembling, bodies slick with the shared heat.