The Runaway: Part Two

Night falls fast. Cherie Deville still plays mommy with Jessa Rhodes, tucking her girl into bed, yet she brings a gift: two scraps of silk, cut high. Cherie strips down, revealing her own soft-pink lingerie stretched taut over full breasts and round hips. They trade good-night kisses. Cherie pulls the sheet to Jessa’s chin, murmurs sweet dreams, then slips out. Down the hall, Jessa thrashes awake—father’s voice roaring from the past. Cherie rushes in, gathers the shaking girl into her arms. Jessa clings, certain he will steal her away. Cherie swears no one will touch her again. Safety, warmth, mouth on breast through the silk, all Calming Jessa here, now. She suggests release. Jessa climbs onto her chest, legs open. Two hands—Cherie’s guiding Jessa’s—slide under white silk to the already-swollen clit. Jessa latches onto a stiff nipple, sucking loud and wet. Cherie wants slicker, needier. She spits straight onto the shaved lips, then devours them, tongue working fast, lips sucking each fold. Jessa moans and rocks. Cherie stands, offers both heavy tits at once. Jessa licks between them while Cherie peels her thong aside and plants her ass over the girl’s mouth. Jessa licks upward, greedy, fingers buried to the knuckle inside her own cunt, they chase it together, wet and loud, until the only thing left in the room is heat and breath and the promise neither of them will ever be torn apart.