On The Wrong Track

Laura Foxx stands in the hallway, arms crossed tight beneath her heavy chest, her red hair framing a face sharp with suspicion. Carrie storms out of the argument, backpack slung low, and Laura’s fingers work fast. She unclips the tiny tracker from her own keys and slides it into the front pocket. Later, the signal pulls her across town to a quiet house with the blinds half drawn. She finds Carrie naked on the bed, thighs spread, the smaller girl’s mouth between her legs. Madi looks up, lips wet, nipples tight and pink on her slight frame. Laura’s fury snaps like a whip. She yanks both girls upright, bends them over the mattress, and brings her palm down hard across each bare ass in turn. Each smack lands with a loud crack. Heat blooms across pale skin. Carrie gasps. Madi whimpers. Laura’s breathing changes. Her own nipples stiffen against silk, a slick pulse building between her thighs. She pushes two fingers deep into Carrie without warning, then adds a third when the girl rocks back for more. Madi watches, eyes wide, until Laura pulls her closer and shoves her face between Carrie’s legs again, ordering her to lick while she works her cunt open from behind. She fucks them both in turns, never gentle, until their voices break and their bodies shake, teaching the lesson she claims they need.