Cougariffic: The Edge Of Her Seat

India and Dana took Eliza in when the mortgage started biting. Now they keep catching the girl fingering herself on every flat surface, her soaked panties scattered like confessions. The last straw comes when they find her napping in their bed. Eliza wakes to their scolding and breaks down in tears: she can’t stop touching herself, yet she’s never managed an orgasm no matter how hard she tries. Her last roommates threw her out; she’s terrified these two will too. Dana, a sex therapist, offers a cure instead. They strip Eliza, bind her spread-eagle to the mattress, and set to work—India’s tongue and Dana’s fingers driving slow, relentless circles that keep the younger woman right on the edge. Every pass leaves Eliza wetter, more desperate, hips straining against the ties. They drag it out, pulling her to the brink and back again, until finally, with a choked cry, her entire body seizes in release—the first climax she’s ever known.