The Pact

Teen Eliza Jane had her nose in a textbook when Reagan Foxx drifted into the room wearing black lace and attitude. Her stepmother wanted attention. The football game downstairs kept her husband occupied. Reagan moved like warm silk, pressing up against Eliza until the pages blurred. Eliza tried to focus. Reagan’s curves kept brushing her. Soon she was turning her face up for kisses instead of keeping her eyes on the worksheets. Eliza kept listening for footsteps. Reagan kept promising her secrets. Fingers found heavy breasts and the shirt buttons gave way. Reagan kissed each nipple, slow and wet, then peeled off Eliza’s shorts and spread her open. She licked until Eliza’s thighs shook. The girl came hard, stunned. Reagan took her own panties off and climbed on. Their pussies slid together and they ground hard. Eliza explored Reagan’s tits with her tongue, tasting what was new. Then Reagan straddled her mouth and shook with release. When Eliza asked to try it again, Reagan settled between her legs and rocked until both of them came, slick and breathless.