Tossing And Turning

Reagan Foxx walks past her stepdaughter’s door and hears the restless creak of sheets. She pushes it open, sees Gia DiBella twisting under the covers. Thinking the girl is trapped in some bad dream, Reagan leans in and strokes her arm. Gia’s eyes flutter open, and the look that meets Reagan’s is not fear—it’s heat. “I wasn’t scared,” Gia whispers. “I was thinking about you.” Reagan swallows. “Tell me.” The words leave Gia in a rush: her stepmom’s big, bare tits, the weight of them in her palms, the wet slide of tongues, the taste of her stepmom’s cunt while fingers push deep inside. Reagan’s nipples tighten under her thin nightshirt. She peels it off. Gia’s mouth finds one heavy breast at once, sucking hard. They twist together until Reagan swings a leg over Gia’s face and drops into a hungry 69, big tits swinging against Gia’s belly while her tongue works between the girl’s spread thighs. Fingers slip inside—two, then three—pumping in steady rhythm. Hips buck. Moans fill the dark room. Each slick, greedy pull of mouth and hand turns fantasy into slick, urgent fact.