Sophia Locke yanks Alison through the clinic door. Alison's twenty-three, untouched, twitchy under her stepmother's grip. Sophia's eyes never leave the girl's body like she's guarding something she hasn't tasted yet. Dr. Calvert smells the tension the second they sit. She watches Sophia's knuckles tighten whenever Alison shifts in her chair. Sees the way the older woman's stare dips between the girl's thighs like it's checking inventory. When Sophia snaps about "making sure everything works down there," Calvert catches the lie and files it away. The doctor starts slow. Gets Alison on the table, gown open, knees apart. Sophia hovers close, breathing shallow. Calvert slides her gloved fingers along Alison's inner thigh and feels the girl flinch, then relax. She guides Sophia's hand next to hers. Tells the stepmother to feel what she's feeling. Heat. Tension. The slick starting between Alison's lips. Sophia's fingers tremble when they graze Alison's clit. Alison whimpers but doesn't pull away. Dr. Calvert talks them both through it. Explains how to spread her open. How to find the spots that make her hips jump. Every instruction pulls Sophia closer until her mouth is hovering near the girl's cunt like she's starving and ashamed of it. When Calvert peels her gloves off and replaces them with her tongue, Alison arches so hard the table creaks. Sophia finally breaks, voice raw, admitting she's been wet for this since the girl turned eighteen. Calvert keeps licking. Pulls Sophia in by the hair. Tells her to taste her stepdaughter properly. Alison's first orgasm hits like a secret cracking open. Later, with the door locked and the lights dimmed, the three of them move together. Calvert shows Alison how to finger Sophia until the older woman's legs shake. Shows Sophia how to ride the doctor's strap while Alison learns to suck. Bodies slick, mouths open, the exam table creaking under the weight of three women who stopped pretending and started fucking instead.
Sophia Locke yanks Alison through the clinic door. Alison's twenty-three, untouched, twitchy under her stepmother's grip. Sophia's eyes never leave the girl's body like she's guarding something she hasn't tasted yet. Dr. Calvert smells the tension the second they sit. She watches Sophia's knuckles tighten whenever Alison shifts in her chair. Sees the way the older woman's stare dips between the girl's thighs like it's checking inventory. When Sophia snaps about "making sure everything works down there," Calvert catches the lie and files it away. The doctor starts slow. Gets Alison on the table, gown open, knees apart. Sophia hovers close, breathing shallow. Calvert slides her gloved fingers along Alison's inner thigh and feels the girl flinch, then relax. She guides Sophia's hand next to hers. Tells the stepmother to feel what she's feeling. Heat. Tension. The slick starting between Alison's lips. Sophia's fingers tremble when they graze Alison's clit. Alison whimpers but doesn't pull away. Dr. Calvert talks them both through it. Explains how to spread her open. How to find the spots that make her hips jump. Every instruction pulls Sophia closer until her mouth is hovering near the girl's cunt like she's starving and ashamed of it. When Calvert peels her gloves off and replaces them with her tongue, Alison arches so hard the table creaks. Sophia finally breaks, voice raw, admitting she's been wet for this since the girl turned eighteen. Calvert keeps licking. Pulls Sophia in by the hair. Tells her to taste her stepdaughter properly. Alison's first orgasm hits like a secret cracking open. Later, with the door locked and the lights dimmed, the three of them move together. Calvert shows Alison how to finger Sophia until the older woman's legs shake. Shows Sophia how to ride the doctor's strap while Alison learns to suck. Bodies slick, mouths open, the exam table creaking under the weight of three women who stopped pretending and started fucking instead.
