Alyssa's Sugar Mommy

She watches the delivery girl through the window, heart quickening as Alyssa's hips swing with each step. Mature and elegant in silk robe, the sissy opens the door wide, eyes meeting Alyssa's curious gaze. "Come inside," she says, voice smooth as honey. They settle on the couch. Hands find thighs, lips meet in slow hunger. The sissy moans softly as Alyssa's fingers slip beneath her skirt, teasing until the silk robe falls open. Soon Alyssa's hand works between parted legs, pressing and stroking with patient skill. Breaths turn ragged. The sissy arches into the touch, free to indulge every shiver. They move together—kisses deepen, clothing drops away. Fingertips trace nipples, tongues explore skin salted with sweat. She wraps her thighs around Alyssa's hips as slick arousal coats them both. Pulse after pulse of pleasure leaves her trembling, the room thick with gasps and whispered names.