Get Up Mommy

Abella Danger pushes Mindi Mink's bedroom door open. Sunlight streaks across her bare skin, bright against Mindi's silk sheets. The older woman lies on her stomach, half covered by a thin blanket, unaware. Abella climbs onto the mattress, slides the blanket away, and lowers her mouth to the swell of Mindi's hip. Her lips press, part. Then again, harder. Mindi wakes with a small gasp. It fades as soon as Abella kisses up the curve of her waist. She stretches, moans, gives herself over. Tongue meets nipple, wet heat wrapping around the stiff peak. Mindi lifts, offering more. Abella takes it. Teeth, suction, her own breath hitching with every thick nipple she pulls. Her hand travels down between Mindi's parted thighs, finds already-slick lips, drags them open. She slips two fingers in without pause, curls them upward, feels the answering pulse. Mindi bucks against her palm, silently begging. The younger woman keeps her fingers steady and puts her tongue to work. Swirls around, licks a flat, constant trail along Mindi's clit. Mindi grips the sheets, cries out, cums sharp and sudden, thighs trembling under Abella's hands. Her orgasm leaves a wet smear on the bed. Mindi doesn't waste time recovering. She rolls, forces Abella onto her back, spreads her legs, and lowers her mouth. The first press of tongue steals Abella's breath. Mindi's sucked in taste the faint salt still clinging from her own release, and it spurs her on. She sucks, circles, presses deeper. Abella's toes flex against the sheets, breath cuts short. When her climax hits, she folds upward, thighs clamped tight around Mindi's ears. Mindi keeps licking until the last shiver stills. She stands, disappears into a drawer, returns with the harness already buckled. Abella smooths it into place, checks the single deep-purple silicone shaft jutting from the front, then lines herself up at Mindi's entrance. The woman inhales, air turning to a moan as the shaft pushes inside. Abella begins with hard, steady thrusts that rattle the headboard. Mindi locks heels behind her back, urging deeper strokes. Her voice cracks each time the length bottoms out, but pleasure keeps her voice afloat in wanton sounds. Abella flips her onto her stomach, lifts her hips, re-enters from behind. From this angle Mindi's cries come louder, echoes off every wall. Abella drives until her wrist aches from gripping the strap, until Mindi's second orgasm knocks her arms out from under her. Mindi twists, spasms, gushes fresh slick over the toy and onto the blanket, her breath one endless grateful groan before silence swallows the room.