Vanessa Cage - Moved In (Parts 2-4)

Cory Chase's car disappears down the drive. Vanessa Cage, bare and smooth-skinned, pads straight to Luke's bedroom. She finds him parked on the couch, thumbs mashed against a controller, bright explosions flashing across the screen. 'Why the hell are you naked?' he blurts. 'I live with your step-mom,' she answers, then drops beside him and presses a heavy breast across his cheek. His cock jumps under thin cotton. Vanessa's fingers are already sliding beneath the waistband. She drags him out, wraps her lips tight, and drops her head. Spit trails down her knuckles with every bob. A wet hiss every time she comes up for air. When her mouth is slick, she swings a knee over his lap and sinks until her ass meets his thighs. She rides like someone chasing release. Nipples bounce and the slap of skin keeps time. Luke grips each cheek, guiding her deeper. She leans in, breath hot against his ear. 'You're fucking your step-mom's best friend,' she whispers, grinning. The switch happens fast—her back to the cushions, his cock seated in one smooth stroke, missionary, knees spread wide around his hips. He drives in hard, sweat rolling down his spine. 'Turn around?' he asks. She licks him clean once more, then gets onto her elbows and knees, ass tilted high. Luke watches that full curve ripple each time he bottoms out. 'Come inside,' she breathes. He slams home, stiffens, and empties himself deep. Later, Cory lets the bathrobe fall open on her shoulders while Vanessa leans against the doorframe—both naked, half-whispering. They trade the rumor that Cory's husband never keeps it in his pants. Cory laughs once, low, then nods toward the walk-in. Vanessa follows, waits until Cory steps inside, then bolts down the hall. She finds Luke with game still glowing. 'Bedroom,' she hisses. When they reach Cory's sheets, Vanessa grins. 'She's in the closet right now.' Her mouth closes around him again, throat working until Luke's hips jerk. She flips to her back; he pushes in, the sound slick and steady. When Cory finally steps out, shock locks her in the doorway. Vanessa moans without breaking rhythm. 'Join us.' 'I can't.' But her eyes stay on the stretch of Luke's cock. Vanessa keeps talking—husband, empty house, right here—and Cory crawls up the bed. Luke ends up on his back. Cory straddles his face while Vanessa sinks onto his shaft. Cory tastes herself on Luke's tongue, Vanessa's breath hot between Cory's thighs. They trade mouths around his wet length, spit mixing with pre-come. Vanessa climbs aboard next, riding until sweat drips down the middle of her back, then drops to missionary so Cory can sit on her face. The sight of her tongue working Cory open while Luke drives into her again is enough to make him lose the last ounce of control. He pulls out, strokes himself hard, and feeds his release first across Vanessa's tongue, then into Cory's open mouth where Vanessa spits it, warm and thick.