Secret Slumber Party

Abella slips into the bedroom where Ava sleeps. She runs her fingertips along Ava's smooth inner thighs. Ava stirs, eyes wide, breath caught. Abella whispers that the house feels too empty without her father home. She needs to feel safe. Ava pulls her close, murmuring that nothing can harm them here. Still, Abella begs until Ava gives in, curling around her like a protective shell. Soon Ava shifts, uneasy with how close they lie. She reminds Abella that her father would not approve. Abella wants to know why. Ava confesses her past: the pull she felt toward every pretty stepdaughter before, the nights that ended her earlier marriages. Abella listens, breath quickening, wetness soaking through her thin panties. When Ava promises secrecy, they move together. Abella cups Ava's heavy breasts, kneading the soft flesh. Ava's hand slides beneath Abella's panties, stroking swollen lips until Abella shudders and comes. Then Abella presses her mouth between Ava's thighs, licking, sucking, drawing throaty moans until Ava floods her tongue. Abella looks up, lips glistening, eyes asking if she has pleased her.