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Chore Duty Part 2
Rebel Lynn got stuck with the dirty work again. Alexis Fawx's car gleamed under her hands, but the hose became a weapon. She sprayed herself silly instead of finishing the job. Alexis stepped outside and lost it. Her voice cracked the air like a whip. Rebel didn't bow. She swung the hose around and hit her stepmom square in the chest. Water plastered Alexis's blouse to her tits, ruined her meeting, sealed her fury. She dragged Rebel inside, yanked her upstairs by the wrist. In the bedroom Alexis ripped the bottoms clean off Rebel's hips and brought her palm down hard on bare skin. The sting shifted something in Alexis. Heat replaced rage. Her palm lingered. Fingers traced the red print she left behind. She leaned in and took a nipple in her mouth, sucking slow, greedy. Rebel arched, twisted, threw her legs over her shoulders. Her cunt opened wide. Alexis alternated slaps and tongue, spanking then licking in the same breath. Her mouth stayed busy until Rebel shook. Then Alexis climbed up, settled on Rebel's face, grinding her clit against that eager tongue until she came, flooding Rebel's mouth. Rebel didn't wait. She curled her small fist and pushed inside her mother's cunt, knuckles disappearing in slow thrusts. Alexis gasped, then returned the favor, sliding four fingers, then her whole hand, into Rebel's tiny hole while the girl begged for more. The fist fucked her steady until Rebel begged to come. Alexis pulled out, climbed on top, and ground their wet cunts together, slick skin sliding, until she flipped Rebel onto her back. The girl buried her tongue in Alexis's ass, then slid up to her clit, licking filthy, relentless. Alexis came again, hard, thighs locked around Rebel's head, voice raw.
Rebel Lynn got stuck with the dirty work again. Alexis Fawx's car gleamed under her hands, but the hose became a weapon. She sprayed herself silly instead of finishing the job. Alexis stepped outside and lost it. Her voice cracked the air like a whip. Rebel didn't bow. She swung the hose around and hit her stepmom square in the chest. Water plastered Alexis's blouse to her tits, ruined her meeting, sealed her fury. She dragged Rebel inside, yanked her upstairs by the wrist. In the bedroom Alexis ripped the bottoms clean off Rebel's hips and brought her palm down hard on bare skin. The sting shifted something in Alexis. Heat replaced rage. Her palm lingered. Fingers traced the red print she left behind. She leaned in and took a nipple in her mouth, sucking slow, greedy. Rebel arched, twisted, threw her legs over her shoulders. Her cunt opened wide. Alexis alternated slaps and tongue, spanking then licking in the same breath. Her mouth stayed busy until Rebel shook. Then Alexis climbed up, settled on Rebel's face, grinding her clit against that eager tongue until she came, flooding Rebel's mouth. Rebel didn't wait. She curled her small fist and pushed inside her mother's cunt, knuckles disappearing in slow thrusts. Alexis gasped, then returned the favor, sliding four fingers, then her whole hand, into Rebel's tiny hole while the girl begged for more. The fist fucked her steady until Rebel begged to come. Alexis pulled out, climbed on top, and ground their wet cunts together, slick skin sliding, until she flipped Rebel onto her back. The girl buried her tongue in Alexis's ass, then slid up to her clit, licking filthy, relentless. Alexis came again, hard, thighs locked around Rebel's head, voice raw.