Blind to the Truth

Lexi Belle lounges half-naked in the living room, pussy out, tits bare. Alexis Fawx has had it. She wants a word, but the only man in the house is already gone. Fine. Alexis will handle it herself. Lexi asks about breakfast. Alexis snaps. Cook your own, she says. Put on some clothes. She’s tired of staring at the girl’s cunt all day. Lexi doesn’t answer. Instead she cups her own breasts, squeezes, eyes locked on the older woman’s. She steps close, tugs Alexis’s bra down, and takes a nipple between her lips. Alexis gasps, pushes her away, but Lexi presses forward. She opens the woman’s thighs, drops to her knees, and drags her tongue through the damp curls between them. Alexis moans despite herself, hips rolling into the hungry mouth. Soon the couch is a tangle of limbs. Blonde hair spills over smooth skin as they trade places, licking, sucking, grinding. Alexis rides her stepdaughter’s thigh while Lexi’s heavy tits sway above her. They finish pressed tight, cunts sliding together in a slick, steady rhythm until both women shudder and cling, breathing hard.