The Break Up

It's rough coming home to an empty bed. Dillon's college year has cut her loose from everything she thought would last forever. She believed she'd found the man who'd never leave. Her step-mom warned her they were too young, but the warning came too late. Ariella watches her step-daughter fall apart and offers the only honest comfort she can. Now Dillon stands naked before her, nipples tight, asking for guidance. Soft palms slide over trembling skin. Their mouths meet again. Ariella guides Dillon's hand between her legs, showing her exactly how pressure builds and breaks. Then it's Dillon's turn to spread and taste. Her tongue moves slow until wetness coats her lips. Ariella answers with hunger of her own, sucking Dillon's clit until legs shake against her shoulders. Moans echo. Fingers grip sheets. Two bodies writhe in rhythm until climax rips through them both, heat blooming deep and hot and undeniable.