My Preppy Stepsister

Katrina Jade sits on the edge of the bed, ink across her arms and a restless hunger in her eyes. Darcie hovers close in her pressed white shirt and pleated skirt, still pretending she wandered in by accident. One look is all it takes. They crash together, mouths wet and urgent, tongues pushing deep as Katrina pulls the other girl’s hips flush against her own. Darcie’s breath hitches. She sinks back onto the mattress, skirt shoved up, thighs spread wide for Katrina’s tongue. The pierced girl licks slow and greedy, savoring the slick heat of Darcie’s natural, full lips, drinking every whimper that slips out. Darcie’s hips rise and roll, chasing the pressure. She comes hard, thighs shaking, voice cracking. The second her body stills she tugs Katrina forward, spreading her open, fingers sliding inside that slick heat while her mouth works the swollen clit and puffy outer lips with lazy, wet strokes. They trade places again and again, faces glistening, breath ragged, until neither remembers why they bothered to fight in the first place.