Two is Better Than One

Gianna Dior sits on her stepmother’s bed, fingers already working between her thighs. The blonde college girl can’t stop thinking about London River—those natural curves, the way the older woman moves. She spreads her legs wider, chasing the sharp thrill that comes from doing this here. Getting caught would ruin everything. That edge only makes her wetter. London finds her. Silence. Then a quiet confession. London admits Gianna has the same effect on her. Her eyes drop to Gianna’s bare chest, to the fingers still buried between slick folds. She steps closer. The two of them know what happens next, and neither is willing to wait.