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Alli slipped into the bathroom. She needed to take the edge off. Her fingers were already working between her legs when the door opened. Cherie stood in the frame, eyes adjusting. For a moment the air held still. Alli froze. Her step-mother didn't. A slow smile cut across Cherie's face. The girl tried to protest, cheeks burning, but Cherie waved her quiet. She'd learned long ago what hunger looked like. This was not the moment for lectures. It was the moment for guidance. A private sanctuary. Women who could draw Alli past the shivering edge of solitary fingers. Two days later, the three of them stepped into white marble and steam. Remy and Dillion moved like liquid silk. Hands glistened with oil. Alli's robe slid open before she could decide whether to stop it. Cherie watched from a velvet chaise while the pair closed in. Remy traced her tongue over Alli's nipple. Dillion's mouth wandered lower, tasting inner thigh before slipping into wet heat. Every breath Alli took cracked wider. Cherie poured wine, licked her own lips, enjoying the view as two skilled mouths worked her daughter's cunt into glistening ruin. Each soft suck pulled Alli closer to a pleasure she had never earned alone. The room grew thick with heat and breath until the spa walls echoed with the wet sounds of a girl finally learning what her body truly craved.