Vanessa Cage - Moved In (Part 1)

Vanessa shows up to her best friend’s house wearing a red dress and nothing else. By the time she reaches the front door, she is already naked, the dress swinging from her hand. Cory opens up, buttoned neatly in a blue skirt and white blouse. The hug is awkward—Cory stiff, Vanessa warm and bare, one palm resting between shoulder blades as if the clothes between them barely matter. Inside, words are few. Vanessa kisses her, slow and open-mouthed, thumb brushing one nipple until it tightens. Cory answers with a quiet breath and bends to take Vanessa’s breast in her mouth, tongue warm, cheeks hollowing. The suitcase clicks shut somewhere behind them. Then Vanessa presses her down onto the bed, mouth traveling—ribs, navel, the soft hair above her cunt—until Cory’s thighs open and she works her tongue in steady strokes. Cory comes hard, hips jerking once, breath spilling out ragged. They flip without ceremony. Now Cory on top, mouth warm over Vanessa’s nipples before sliding lower, licking her open, tongue thick and persistent. Vanessa tenses, legs shaking, and finally lets go with a low groan, cunt pulsing against Cory’s lips. Cory stands, smoothing her skirt. “You better put some clothes on and don’t touch my step-son.” A jangle of keys, the front door shut. Alone, Vanessa smiles faintly, fingers still wet. “I’m totally going to fuck him while she’s out,” she whispers to the empty room.