Swimsuit Shenanigans

Kimmy Kimm slouches on the hotel bed while her stepmom Reagan Foxx tries on swimsuits for their trip. Reagan steps out in a plain navy one-piece, every curve covered. Kimmy scowls. “That’s it?” Reagan trades it for a bright red bikini. The top barely contains her full breasts; the bottoms sit low on her hips. Kimmy shifts, eyes locked on the way those big tits press together. Reagan turns, and Kimmy’s pulse kicks. Next comes a white micro-bikini. Thin strings loop Reagan’s waist. The triangles shrink, leaving most of her large breasts bare, nipples outlined through damp fabric. Kimmy’s thighs press tight. Her own small tits feel tight against her tank top. The last suit is nothing but pale strings and a strip of cloth. Reagan stands there, heavy breasts spilling, hips bare. Kimmy stares openly, breath short. Reagan finally notices the flush on her stepdaughter’s skin and the way Kimmy’s fingers curl. She smiles, hooks her thumbs under the strings, and lets the last suit drop.