Stuck Snooping

Cory suspects Laney’s been sneaking her girlfriend inside. She drops to her knees, searches under the couch, and pulls out a tiny lace thong she knows isn’t hers. When she tries to back out, the frame catches at her waist and she’s trapped. Lana steps in, sees nothing but bare thighs and ass sticking out, thinks it’s her girlfriend, and drops between Cory’s legs without a word. Her tongue finds Cory’s cunt fast, wet, hungry. Cory freezes, breath snagged, then lets the moans roll because any sound that breaks the act will expose her. Laney licks and sucks like she can’t get enough, fingers sliding in to the knuckle while her mouth works the clit hard. Cory’s hips jerk despite herself, thighs trembling against the frame, until Laney’s tongue stiffens and pushes deep. She gasps, hips bucking, soaking Laney’s tongue until her walls clench and the orgasm rolls through her. Then the mask slips—Laney tastes something wrong, pulls back, and sees the face of her own mother staring at her. Heat floods Laney’s eyes. She stands, rips off her clothes, and snaps that the only way Cory earns her silence is by finishing what they started. With that, Laney mounts the stuck woman and takes exactly what she’s owed.