Baited At The Slumber Party

Freya Parker and Arietta Adams lounge in the living room, ready for movie night at Freya’s place. Kenzie Taylor, Freya’s stepmom, leans in and asks if they want popcorn. They shake their heads. Freya excuses herself to the bathroom, and Arietta catches Kenzie staring after the blonde’s retreating figure. Arietta doesn’t miss a beat. “I see the way you’re looking at her,” she murmurs. Kenzie blushes, tries to deny it, then sighs and admits the truth. She’s always wanted a younger woman but refuses to cross that line with her own stepdaughter. Arietta steps closer and offers a solution: she can stand in for Freya tonight. Kenzie just has to slip into her bedroom later, cover her eyes with a blindfold, and let the surprise happen. Kenzie agrees, heart pounding. Hours later the house is quiet. Kenzie lies back in her bed, blindfold in place, breath shallow. The bedroom door opens. Two pairs of feet cross the carpet. Arietta’s voice asks if she’s ready. Kenzie’s eager yes fills the room. A hand caresses her bare thigh. Fingers trace the damp fabric of her panties before tugging them down. A warm tongue follows, licking slow circles around her clit. Kenzie moans, hips rolling. Every stroke feels decadent and forbidden. Curiosity wins. She lifts the blindfold. Freya is between her legs, mouth slick, blue eyes shining. Shock freezes them both—until a slow smile spreads across Kenzie’s face. She reaches down, threads her fingers through Freya’s hair, and pulls her back in. Arietta slips onto the bed beside them, shedding clothes. Soon the redhead’s breasts brush Kenzie’s arm while Freya’s tongue works deeper. Hands roam. Mouths meet. The three tangle together until the night dissolves into soft cries and slick skin.