Tossing And Turning

Reagan Foxx caught the restless sounds from down the hall and slipped into her stepdaughter’s room. Gia DiBella’s bare skin was already slick with sweat, eyes flying open when she found the older woman leaning over her. Reagan expected a nightmare, but Gia offered something far hotter. She whispered how her dream had Reagan pinned between her thighs, tongue working slow circles until Gia’s hips bucked against her stepmom’s mouth. Reagan’s breath caught, then she pressed for more—every filthy detail. The room grew thick with the shared heat. Before another word could form, Reagan’s fingers slid under the sheet, and the two of them gave in to the fantasy now throbbing in real time.