House Arrest

Riley Anne is going out of her mind. House arrest. Four walls and nowhere to go. Her girlfriend calls and they slide straight into phone sex because Riley needs something to do and playing with her perfect little pussy is better than staring at the ceiling. She has no idea her step-mom just stepped through the door. Reagan Foxx stops in the hallway. She hears every wet sound. She watches from the doorway while Riley keeps two fingers buried inside herself, legs spread on the couch, unaware she has an audience. Riley doesn’t notice until Reagan is standing right beside her. Their eyes meet. Riley freezes mid-stroke, but Reagan simply puts a finger to her lips and points back at the phone. Keep going. Riley swallows hard, keeps the call alive, and Reagan leans down to roll a nipple between her lips, sucking slow and steady. Riley’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t hang up. Reagan trails lower, spreads Riley’s thighs wider, and drags her tongue over the swollen clit her step-daughter has been teasing for her girlfriend. Riley moans into the receiver. Reagan looks up, eyes asking the silent question: stop or keep going? Riley shakes her head and whispers, “Don’t stop.” Reagan strips out of her blouse and bra, full breasts swaying as she climbs onto the couch. She feeds Riley exactly what to say, each filthy instruction repeated back into the phone while her step-mom’s mouth works between her legs. Riley’s voice trembles. Her girlfriend on the other end hears only heavy breathing and broken words. Reagan takes the phone, tells the girl on the line that Riley will call back later, then drops it. She peels off her panties, swings a leg over Riley’s face, and lowers her wet cunt onto her mouth. Riley’s tongue finds her instantly. Reagan grips the back of the couch and rocks, finally getting what she’s waited for. Riley grips her ass, pulls her closer, and eats like she’s been starving for it.