Cold Reading

Melissa Moore finds her stepmother stroking herself in the bedroom. She knocks anyway. The script can wait. She wants Reena back in bed. They start on the couch, reading lines. Melissa cuts it short and heads for the bedroom. Reena follows but lays it out plain: her father has her word, no touching. Melissa watches the flush on her skin and the way her thighs still tremble. Reena had been studying the Kama Sutra, fingers deep, and still had not come. That hunger shows. Melissa moves closer. A slow hand across Reena’s collarbone. A whisper against her ear. The kimono slips open under her touch, silk whispering down Reena’s arms. Reena’s protest dies in her throat. Melissa lays her out on the sheets, peels the panties aside, and drags her tongue the full length of her cunt—slow, wet strokes that make Reena’s breath catch and her hips lift. Reena’s first orgasm rolls through her, thighs quaking around Melissa’s face. Reena flips the girl onto her back and buries her mouth between her legs. She licks deep, sucks her clit, and drinks every sound she pulls from her stepdaughter. Melissa doesn’t wait long. She pushes Reena onto her stomach, straddles her ass, and grinds hard—slick pussy to soft cheek, quick sharp thrusts until the bed creaks. When she needs more, she spins around and rides Reena’s mouth, hips rocking until she comes hard and wet across her tongue.