Summer Renee in My New Step Daughter (Part 4)

My wife Cory wears a mint-green jumper and sits with our step-daughter Summer, whose yellow dress barely hides her tan legs. Cory built this lie brick by brick: use Summer’s body to crack my passwords. Summer tells the story like she’s recounting the weather. “I offered him coffee, thanked him for everything he does, just like you taught me,” she says. Cory’s mouth curves into approval; her fingers unbutton the summer dress, sliding yellow cotton over Summer’s breasts and down her hips. Underwear follows. Naked, Summer reclines on the sofa and Cory kneels, spreading her thighs with purposeful fingers. Her tongue drags a long, wet path from Summer’s entrance to her clit, licks again, and again, until Summer’s hips roll and her breath shatters into a rough orgasm. They trade places without a word. Now Summer’s mouth works between Cory’s parted legs, her lips sucking, her tongue thrusting inside until Cory’s nails press crescents into the cushion and she pulses hard against Summer’s mouth, sweet and ruthless in their shared hunger.