Competing with the Maid

Cutie Adria Rae lounges on the phone while her stepmom Sarah Vandella licks her bare cunt. She sighs and asks if Sarah is almost finished. Sarah pulls back, lips wet, and promises just a few seconds more. When the call ends, Adria slouches against the cushions, thumb sliding across her laptop screen while Sarah dives back in, tongue lapping noisily at the slick folds. Later she trades sweet licks for something hotter: the older woman drops to her knees behind Adria and parts her cheeks, tracing the tight ring of her asshole with slow, greedy strokes. The next afternoon Sarah is seated at the kitchen table beside Christie Stevens, her new buxom hire poured into a scandalously short maid uniform. Christie meets Adria’s smoky glance and answers with a slow, flirty smile. Sarah watches, brow knitting. Christie wipes tables, skirt riding up to bare creamy cheeks. Adria drifts in, murmuring that she looks forward to seeing plenty of Christie around the house. Their eyes linger. Later Christie smooths bedsheets in the bedroom when Adria appears in a flimsy dress, bare feet dangling as she crawls onto the mattress. She lays a hand high on the maid’s thigh and admits the glances have not gone unnoticed. Her fingers climb beneath the uniform, knuckles brushing hot skin. Christie bites her lip, fearful of losing her job, but Adria’s whisper promises secrecy and something that needs very deep cleaning. Christie gives in. She spreads Adria’s legs and flattens her tongue over the bald, pink slit. Adria moans, head thrown back. Sarah passes in the hallway and freezes at the sound. Fury colors her face as she watches Christie lap greedily at the cunt she considers hers. In a tight voice she summons Christie to the laundry room, voice cool as her glare burns into Adria’s sprawled thighs. Moments later Sarah stalks inside and demands, “Making new friends?” Adria only smiles. The woman shoves her daughter’s legs open and lowers her mouth, insisting this pussy is hers alone. Adria whimpers—Christie eats her too well to give it up. Stubborn silence threatens. Sarah relents, calling Christie back. The maid bounces in, eager. Both women shove their faces between Adria’s legs, tongues dueling to prove who worships her cunt best, tongues slick, competition shameless and fierce.