Always Here For Me

Lexi Lore presses her face into Elizabeth Skylar’s chest, her blonde hair spilling across her stepmother’s soft skin. Elizabeth’s arms tighten, holding her close, the rise and fall of those heavy natural breasts a steady anchor. When Lexi lifts her gaze, Elizabeth’s mouth is already waiting, parted just enough to let a small, broken sound escape as their lips meet. Lexi’s fingers trace the piercings that glint against Elizabeth’s fair skin, then slide lower, cupping the full weight of each breast, thumbs brushing over stiffened nipples. Elizabeth exhales into the kiss, one hand sliding beneath Lexi’s shirt, fingertips circling the small pink peaks she finds there. The brunette leans back against the couch, legs parting so Lexi can settle between them, knees sinking into the cushions. Clothes fall away without ceremony. Elizabeth’s thighs spread wider, the trimmed patch between them already slick. Lexi lowers her mouth, tongue parting swollen lips, tasting heat and salt. Elizabeth’s hips roll in slow, grateful waves, a hand resting lightly on the back of Lexi’s head, guiding but never forcing. Her moans grow huskier each time Lexi’s tongue circles her clit, then dips lower to press inside. When Elizabeth’s thighs begin to tremble, Lexi rises, straddling one leg so their slick centers meet. They rock together, breasts pressed tight, nipples brushing, piercings cool against flushed skin. The rhythm quickens—short gasps, the wet sound of skin meeting skin—until Elizabeth’s back arches and Lexi follows, both women shuddering through a shared, drawn-out climax.