Cougariffic: Pretend Parent

Eliza Eves knocks at the wrong door. Sheena Ryder opens it, realizes the mix-up, and lets the younger woman walk right into the lie. Eliza thinks she is meeting Mrs. Donovan. Sheena sees one look at those soft lips and tight jeans and decides she wants a taste. “Come in,” she says with a half-smile. Once inside, Sheena invents a baby that never existed, pretends the tiny room at the end of the hall holds a crib, and promises the child will nap for hours. When Eliza asks to see the little one’s favorite toy, Sheena slips into the kitchen, opens a drawer, and comes back with a bright red whisk, claiming it rattles like magic. Eliza tilts her head, suspicious, but Sheena leans in close. “Forget the baby,” she whispers against Eliza’s ear. Her hand slips beneath Eliza’s shirt and cups a warm breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it tightens. Eliza’s breath catches. Sheena kisses her hard, tongues meeting in a wet tangle. Clothes peel away in quick tugs, skin flushed and slick. They drop to the couch. Sheena spreads Eliza’s thighs and licks long stripes over her swollen pussy, sucking the clit between parted lips. Eliza moans and returns the favor, burying her face between Sheena’s legs, tongue flicking slick folds, tasting salt and heat. Their hips grind, wet sounds loud in the quiet house. By the time the real address clicks in Eliza’s head, two shaking orgasms have already left her smiling against Sheena’s thigh, and she decides she does not mind one bit.