House Arrest

Riley Anne is trapped in the house, bored senseless under house arrest. When her girlfriend rings, boredom turns to something hotter. She slips her hand between her thighs and spreads her legs, stroking her smooth little cunt while she listens to that familiar voice on the other end. She has no clue her step-mother Reagan Foxx just slipped through the front door and can already hear every wet sound. Reagan steps inside the room and watches, quiet as a held breath. Riley keeps rubbing, unaware. Reagan makes herself known. She doesn’t speak; she only lifts a finger to her lips and nods for Riley to keep going. Riley freezes for a second, then obeys, still circling her clit while Reagan’s eyes take her in. Reagan moves closer, brushes her fingers over Riley’s tight nipples, then leans in and sucks one into her mouth. The wet pull makes Riley’s voice falter on the phone, but her girlfriend suspects nothing. Reagan trails lower. Her tongue finds Riley’s slick folds and licks a slow stripe, tasting heat and salt. Riley’s hips jerk; she gasps into the receiver, can’t help it. Reagan pauses, eyes dark, asking if she wants to stop. Riley answers with one shaky word: no. Reagan strips, climbs onto the bed, and starts telling Riley exactly what to say. Riley repeats every filthy instruction, getting wetter with each syllable. Reagan takes the phone away, ends the call, and settles her bare cunt over Riley’s waiting mouth. She grinds down, greedy, finally taking what she’s wanted for far too long.