All the Right Incentives

Zuzu Sweet sprawls on the couch, half-dressed, pizza boxes at her feet. Kathy slams the front door, heels echoing, and catches her breath when she spots the mess. Zuzu sits up, dress riding higher on her thighs. She hooks two fingers into her panties, pulls the fabric aside, and offers the glistening view like a peace treaty. “Sorry I fucked up the room,” she murmurs. “Can I still fuck up you?” Kathy kicks off her shoes without breaking eye contact, then steps between Zuzu’s knees and spreads them wider. The brat’s pussy is slick, visibly pulsing. Kathy runs two fingers through the wetness, coats Zuzu’s clit, and pinches it lightly. Zuzu gasps, hips jerking forward. Kathy brings those same fingers to her own lips, licks them clean, and smiles. She undoes the top button of her blouse, leans in until her breath ghosts across Zuzu’s ear, and whispers, “Clean the table later. First, you’re cleaning my cunt with that pretty mouth.”