My Amazon Step-Mom

Kenzie’s dad got married again. Sixth time. The phone buzzed—him, already late to work—begging her to play nice, give the new wife a chance. She sighed, hung up, went downstairs. Ariella was at the door, tall as a tree in heels, warmth in her smile. Kenzie stood awkward, eyes darting everywhere but the woman. “You okay?” Ariella asked, and the word stuck in Kenzie’s throat. “It’s the height, isn’t it?” To thaw the ice, Ariella slid her top down, freed her full tits. “Go on—touch. Soft?” The younger girl brushed her fingers over warm flesh, then snatched them back like she’d touched fire. Ariella stepped closer. “Press your cheek here. Feels even softer, right?” Kenzie’s breath hitched against bare skin. Ariella noticed the stiffness in her new stepdaughter’s limbs. “Let’s take everything off,” she said lightly. “Skin to skin, nothing hidden.” Clothes hit the floor. Ariella sat, patting her thighs. Kenzie climbed on, small and shaking. A slow, wet lick grazed one tight pink nipple, and Kenzie laughed despite herself. Ariella whispered a promise: “Anything you don’t like, we stop.” Her long fingers stroked up Kenzie’s thighs, found her slit already slick. She rubbed in small, firm circles, then dipped lower, slick folds parting around her knuckles. Kenzie murmured, half-protest, half-wonder. Ariella spat on her pussy—warm drool sliding down the crease—and worked it in with lazy strokes until the girl’s hips pushed forward on their own. A low hum left Kenzie’s throat. She opened, folding into the sensation like fresh linen, letting the pleasure pull her deep.