Cherry Returns Home from College!

Cherry stepped through the front door and the house felt empty, until she heard the slow click of heels behind her. Her stepmother leaned against the doorway, robe hanging open, nipples already stiff under sheer silk. She smiled like she had been counting the days. "Your father’s gone till Monday," the brunette said, voice low. "I’ve been wet since your last text." Cherry dropped her bag. The older woman crossed the room, cupped one full breast through Cherry’s thin college tee, and rolled the nipple until the blonde’s breath caught. No more words. Just lips meeting hard, tongues sliding deep while fingers worked buttons and zippers open. They stripped each other in the hallway. The stepmother’s mouth moved from Cherry’s throat to her tits, sucking one pale peak then the other until Cherry’s knees shook. Cherry sank to the rug, parted smooth thighs, and buried her face between them, licking the wet folds with long, greedy strokes. The brunette moaned, hips rolling, fingers tangled in blonde hair. When she came she pulled Cherry up, spun her around, and bent her over the arm of the couch. She slid two fingers into the soaked cunt, then three, fucking her slow and deep while her thumb teased the tight rim of Cherry’s ass. Cherry pushed back, begging for more. The older woman replaced her fingers with the thick strap-on she kept in the drawer, sinking it in until her hips met Cherry’s ass. She drove hard, the slap of skin sharp in the quiet house. Cherry’s tits swung beneath her, nipples grazing the upholstery. Every thrust forced a wet sound from her cunt. The stepmother reached around, rubbed her clit in tight circles until the blonde’s whole body locked and she came, loud, shaking, slick running down her thighs. They didn’t stop there. The strap came off; Cherry climbed on top, grinding her soaked pussy against her stepmother’s until both women were slick and trembling again. Fingers slipped back inside, mouths locked, the rhythm turning frantic until they broke together, gasping into each other’s necks. When it was over Cherry lay sprawled across the older woman’s chest, both of them flushed, sweat cooling on bare skin. The house was still quiet, but the weekend had just begun.