Behind On Chores

Lexi watched her stepdaughter scrub the tile, hands pressed flat, ass rising every time Liz shifted her weight. Sweat beaded along the small of the brunette’s back. Lexi shifted in her chair, thighs tight. She kept the deal quiet at first, just following Liz from room to room, eyes locked on every bend, every stretch. When Liz leaned into the dryer to yank out a rogue sock, the thin cotton of her shorts pulled tight across the curve of her cheeks. That did it. Lexi stepped close enough for Liz to feel the heat of her body. “Skip the rest,” she murmured, palm smoothing over the swell of that ass. “If you let me have it.” Liz’s eyes widened, a flush racing up her neck. For a second she looked ready to bolt, then she bit her lip and nodded. Lexi’s fingers slipped under the waistband and found smooth, warm skin. She worked one finger, then two, past the tight ring, slow and careful, until Liz’s small tits pressed against the dryer door and her breath came in quick little gasps. Every gentle thrust pulled another soft sound from her throat, the chores forgotten, the kitchen suddenly too warm for anything but the slow slide of fingers and the slick sound of Lexi’s hand working deeper.