Dovefucking 101

Reagan Foxx is stretched out in her living room, laptop glowing on her thighs, when she notices Lena Paul on the patio, shoulders shaking. She slams the screen shut and calls her stepdaughter inside. Between sobs, Lena explains the girls at school were bragging about dovefucking, and when Lena tried to play along they exposed her. Reagan’s voice is calm, almost clinical, but she can’t stand watching Lena unravel. The word “dovefucking” still sounds like code to the girl, so Reagan does the only thing she can think of—pulls Lena onto the couch and opens the laptop again. One click and the screen fills with slick, heavy breasts grinding together. Lena’s eyes go wide. Reagan watches her daughter’s face, then quietly shuts the laptop. Clothes come off fast; Reagan’s massive tits tumble free, and Lena’s mouth is already on them. Reagan answers by cupping Lena’s own full breasts, sucking each nipple until it stiffens against her tongue. Naked now, they press chest to chest, rolling the warm weight of each other’s flesh in slow circles. Reagan slides lower, tongue tasting Lena’s wet cunt, then lifts those tits and eases them between Lena’s spread thighs. Soft, slick pressure—every roll, every squeeze—turns Lena’s whimpers into open-mouthed moans. Lesson learned. Lesson started.