Fine, Have ME Instead!

Annie King sat her stepdaughter River down and laid down the law—no more dating that girl. But warnings never stop a craving; they only stoke it hotter. River began slipping out at night, lips still tasting her girlfriend when she crept back in. Annie watched the pattern, felt the heat behind it, and finally offered the only thing left: herself. The first time Annie kissed River it was deliberate, slow, as if daring her to pull away. River didn’t. She let Annie’s tongue open her mouth, then rolled it back until spit slicked their chins. Annie’s hands settled under her stepdaughter’s ass, lifting her onto the edge of the kitchen table, knees spread wide. She pressed in, rubbing the seam of her silk shorts against the damp cotton already sticking to River’s cunt, grinding once—long, firm—before dropping to her knees. Annie tugged River’s shorts aside and licked straight through the soaked panties, the cotton rasping against her tongue. The taste went straight to her head. She peeled the fabric away and spread River open with two fingers, watching the slick hole flutter. Annie slid her tongue inside—deep—fucking her with it, then dragged it up over the swollen clit in long, relentless laps. River’s fingers twisted into her hair. Her thighs shook. She came fast the first time, clit pulsing against Annie’s lips, but Annie didn’t stop until she came again, wetter, harder, her voice breaking on Annie’s name. Annie stood, wiped her mouth, then pushed her own shorts down and climbed onto the table. She straddled River’s face, lowering until her heavy, shaved pussy settled on the girl’s open mouth. “Show me,” she whispered. River licked without hesitation, sucking Annie’s thick lips, flicking her tongue across the tight clit. Annie rocked forward, riding the eager tongue, juices trailing down River’s chin. When Annie came she gripped the edge of the table, thighs clamping around River’s head, a low growl escaping her. They moved to the couch. Annie lay back and pulled River on top, chest to chest, cunt to cunt. Their slick folds slid together—puffy, wet, hot—until every grind produced a slick, filthy sound. River’s nipples dragged across Annie’s; Annie caught one in her mouth and bit. River cried out and pushed harder, rubbing faster, their clits catching and rolling until both women shook through a joint climax that left them panting and smeared with each other’s wetness. Later, sweat cooling on their skin, Annie kissed River’s temple. “Stay here,” she murmured. “With me.” River nodded against her shoulder, already planning the next time.