My Step-Sister's BFF

Hazel Moore has wanted Sinn Sage for months. Now Sinn lives under the same roof, and the ache between her legs refuses to fade. She waits until the house empties, then pushes her shorts aside and slides a small vibrator over her already wet lips. Sinn forgets her keys and steps back inside. She stops cold when she sees Hazel on the couch—braces pressed to her bottom lip, legs spread, vibrator humming. The sight makes her own thighs tense. She leans against the doorframe, hand slipping under her waistband, two fingers tracing slow circles while she watches. Hazel opens her eyes. For a heartbeat she looks ready to cover herself, but Sinn doesn’t stop touching and the hunger between them is plain. Hazel pulls the toy away. Sinn crosses the room. They meet halfway, mouths open, tongues meeting like they’ve been waiting all week. Sinn drops to her knees, spreads Hazel wider, and replaces the vibrator with her tongue. Hazel’s hips lift, her natural tits rising with every gasp. They trade places, fingers, mouths, until the air is thick with their shared breath and the couch creaks under their weight.