This is Your House Now

Alexis Fawx climbs the stairs with a purpose. She finds Carolina on her bed and drops the pleasant tone she saved for her husband. The act is over. The rules are new. She slips off her heels and plants her bare feet on the carpet. “Massage,” she says. Carolina kneels without a word. She presses her thumbs into Alexis’s arches, working the tired flesh, obeying. Alexis lifts her skirt. No panties. Just smooth, shaven lips inches from Carolina’s mouth. “Eat,” Alexis orders. Carolina pauses half a second. Alexis leans down, voice low. “You can do this every month for your allowance, or you can pack your bags. Your choice.” Carolina leans in. Her tongue slides along the wet seam, tasting another woman for the first time. Alexis grips the back of her head and rides the tongue until her clit swells and pulses. She comes once, hard, but she isn’t finished. She strips Carolina bare. Big, natural breasts spill free. Alexis spins her stepdaughter onto all fours, spreads the cheeks, and licks both holes in long, filthy strokes. Her fingers slide into the tight cunt, curling, pumping, until Carolina’s thighs shake and she cries out. Alexis climbs higher, plants her soaked pussy on Carolina’s mouth, and grinds until she floods the girl’s tongue a second time. Below her, Carolina rubs frantic circles over her own clit. They come together—Carolina moaning into Alexis, Alexis growling above her. When it’s over, Alexis smooths Carolina’s hair and smiles like a promise kept. “Next time you want something expensive, you know the price.”