Cougariffic: Sugar Sponsor

Kenzie opens the door and sees three college girls on her step, sun-kissed skin under skimpy tops and tight shorts. Emily smiles first, then Leah and Vina follow close behind. Their voices grow silky when they describe the French coast, rolling the words bikini, lotion, skin slowly over their tongues. Kenzie invites them inside. Once she’s sunk into her couch they keep pushing, loud enough for her to hear every detail. They talk about pulling each other’s bikini strings, oil-slicked fingers sliding over bare cheeks and under thin triangles of fabric. They know she’s listening; they enjoy every second she squirms. When the girls need one final push, they slip closer. Emily takes Kenzie’s hand, guides it to her own smooth thigh, and murmurs that every inch can be touched and kissed. Leah kneels, unzips Kenzie’s dress just enough for three pairs of eager lips to meet bare breast. Vina pulls Kenzie’s panties aside, spreads her open and traces slow, wet strokes with the flat of her tongue. They keep her legs parted on the sofa while they take turns sucking her clit, thrusting warm fingers, licking the mess they coax out of her. Kenzie gasps the pledge and pays without argument, knowing exactly what she just bought.