My Mom Caught Me Masturbating

London River finds Adira Allure with her hand buried between her own thighs, thighs trembling. She steps inside the bedroom without knocking, closing the door behind her, and the air thickens with intent. The older woman kneels at the edge of the bed and presses two warm fingers over Adira’s soaked cotton panties. A soft moan slips out before the girl can bite it back. London leans in, lips brushing the shell of Adira’s ear, murmuring how sweet she smells when she’s dripping for it. The younger woman’s protest is weak, half-hearted—until London pulls the panties aside and laps a slow stripe up her slick folds. That first, deliberate stroke breaks whatever shred of resistance is left. Adira’s legs open wider; London’s tongue fucks deeper. Fingers replace the tongue, two then three, curling hard against the front wall while her mouth locks onto Adira’s swollen clit. The pressure builds fast. Adira claws at the sheets, breath shattered, until a hot gush sprays over London’s wrist and chin, soaking the bedding beneath them. London keeps stroking through every pulse, drawing the orgasm out until the girl trembles and laughs in disbelief, thighs sticky, still twitching.