Homewrecker: Part One

Sara spins another story to her father, sounding fragile over the phone while her real smile flashes in the glow of the laptop. Her own pussy-eating scene plays on repeat. The calls stack up. Leah Gotti hears about “the trauma,” needs to help. Sara begs a private talk. Leah answers, and soon there’s a knock. The camera blinks red on the shelf. Leah pulls her into a long, soft hug and the two sink onto the couch. Sara describes it all again, touching the bruises that aren’t there. Leah promises the touch of a woman can be tender. Sara claims she was forced, but confesses certain moments still throb inside her. She needs to know for sure, so she leans in, claims Leah’s mouth. Leah hesitates, mentions Madi waiting at home, yet Sara’s tongue is already coaxing, lowering her guard. Secret. Just between them. Sara wants to feel what it’s really like. They kiss deeper. Leah peels Sara’s top down, draws each stiff nipple into her mouth. Sara mirrors her, tonguing Leah’s perky tits until they’re slick. Leah lies back, spreads Sara’s legs, dips low. Slow, exact strokes circle her clit, then one finger pushes inside the heat. Sara gasps, soaked, arching. She flips Leah over, hungry now, flattening her tongue across slick folds before driving two fingers deep. Leah’s breath stutters. Fevered, they scramble into a sixty-nine of soft thighs and busy mouths, then Leah climbs on top. She aligns their swollen pussies, grinding, sliding, slippery and hot. Their hips lock into a slick rhythm until their orgasms pulse against each other. Their secret lingers on damp skin as the red dot keeps recording. To be continued…