Ella Knox shows up in a dress that barely covers anything. Veronica Avluv pins her with questions, eyes sharp, making damn sure the girl won’t sneak that boyfriend in like last time. Ella stands there painted up, looking ready to fuck instead of babysit. Veronica leaves satisfied she’s alone. Alina Lopez steps in and finds Ella curled on the couch with a book. The second their eyes meet, Alina feels the pull—Veronica had called the sitter pretty, but not this goddamn pretty. She drops beside Ella, voice low, fingers already brushing bare thigh. Ella tries to keep it professional. Alina leans closer, lips at her ear, breath hot, telling her how soft she feels, how good she smells. Ella’s cheeks flush, legs pressing together, but Alina’s hand keeps moving. She tugs Ella’s dress higher, fingertips slipping under fabric, praising every inch she uncovers. Ella’s breathing turns ragged. She whispers that they shouldn’t, but Alina’s already got her tongue tracing the curve of her neck. Clothes start hitting the floor. Veronica comes home early, heels clicking across scattered lace and silk. Rage flares hot in her chest. She follows the trail to the bedroom and stops dead. Alina’s head is buried between Ella’s spread thighs, mouth working her open. Veronica clears her throat like a gunshot. Both girls jump. Ella scrambles to apologize, grabbing for her things, but Alina grabs her wrist and smirks at Veronica. She tells her stepmother the truth—Veronica’s not mad, she’s jealous. Ella turns, lips parted, and Veronica can’t hold the lie. When Ella’s tongue pushes past Veronica’s teeth, the dam breaks. Step-mother and step-daughter spend the afternoon sharing the babysitter’s cunt, trading licks, fingers, moans, until the three of them collapse in a tangle of sweat and come.
Ella Knox shows up in a dress that barely covers anything. Veronica Avluv pins her with questions, eyes sharp, making damn sure the girl won’t sneak that boyfriend in like last time. Ella stands there painted up, looking ready to fuck instead of babysit. Veronica leaves satisfied she’s alone. Alina Lopez steps in and finds Ella curled on the couch with a book. The second their eyes meet, Alina feels the pull—Veronica had called the sitter pretty, but not this goddamn pretty. She drops beside Ella, voice low, fingers already brushing bare thigh. Ella tries to keep it professional. Alina leans closer, lips at her ear, breath hot, telling her how soft she feels, how good she smells. Ella’s cheeks flush, legs pressing together, but Alina’s hand keeps moving. She tugs Ella’s dress higher, fingertips slipping under fabric, praising every inch she uncovers. Ella’s breathing turns ragged. She whispers that they shouldn’t, but Alina’s already got her tongue tracing the curve of her neck. Clothes start hitting the floor. Veronica comes home early, heels clicking across scattered lace and silk. Rage flares hot in her chest. She follows the trail to the bedroom and stops dead. Alina’s head is buried between Ella’s spread thighs, mouth working her open. Veronica clears her throat like a gunshot. Both girls jump. Ella scrambles to apologize, grabbing for her things, but Alina grabs her wrist and smirks at Veronica. She tells her stepmother the truth—Veronica’s not mad, she’s jealous. Ella turns, lips parted, and Veronica can’t hold the lie. When Ella’s tongue pushes past Veronica’s teeth, the dam breaks. Step-mother and step-daughter spend the afternoon sharing the babysitter’s cunt, trading licks, fingers, moans, until the three of them collapse in a tangle of sweat and come.
