Way Better Than Dad: Part Two

Ava Adams wants her fill again. She phones Ariana’s friend Gracie Glam and reels her in with vague urgency, some line about Ariana. Gracie shows up, clueless about the real reason she’s been summoned. Ava opens the door in sheer lingerie, her heavy breasts clearly on display, and she doesn’t bother with small talk. She wants Gracie to strap on and fuck her—plain as that. Gracie’s shock turns quick once her oldest, filthiest daydream steps into the light. She leans forward and takes one of Ava’s thick nipples into her mouth, hungry. Ava asks, soft but certain, if she can taste Gracie’s cunt. Permission granted in the same breath. Ava slips Gracie’s panties aside, parts her smooth lips and buries her tongue. Gracie arches and gasps, legs spreading wider. Lube glistens when Ava slickens the thick silicone cock, climbs on top, and rides—breasts slapping, ass bouncing in greedy rhythm. Later she drops to elbows and knees, offers herself with a promise: Gracie can have whatever she wants, any way she wants it, for as long as her legs hold out.