Borrowing From Dr. Stepmom

Diane is nearly out the door when she notices her doctor’s bag is gone. She steps into Nora’s room and stops short. Nora stands there in Diane’s scrubs, stethoscope hanging between her full, natural tits, a silver ring glinting from her navel. A blush colors her cheeks. "I took it," Nora admits. "I’m a camgirl. I needed the nurse look for a show." She tugs the waistband lower, revealing the curve of her hip. Diane’s gaze lingers. She feels heat gather between her legs. "I’m not angry," she says. "People want what they want." She steps closer, fingers brushing the stethoscope. "And right now I want you." Nora’s eyes widen, but her mouth curves. Diane pushes her onto the bed, scrubs still half-buttoned. She runs her hands over Nora’s breasts, thumbs circling the hard nipples through thin cotton. The stethoscope swings between them as Diane leans in and kisses her stepdaughter, slow and deep. Nora tugs Diane’s blouse open. Diane’s own full breasts spill free, and Nora’s tongue finds each piercing with a soft, wet flick. Diane moans, pressing her thigh between Nora’s legs. The scrubs stay on, bunched around Nora’s waist while Diane’s fingers slide inside her, steady and sure. They move together in the quiet room—soft gasps, the rustle of fabric, the click of the stethoscope against skin. Diane’s mouth traces every inch of Nora’s body until the brunette arches and comes with a sharp cry, Diane’s name on her tongue. Diane follows seconds later, grinding against Nora’s hand, the stolen scrubs damp beneath them. When they’re still, Diane kisses Nora’s forehead. "Keep the outfit," she whispers. "I’ll need it again tonight."