Almost Caught: The Final Time

Kendra James, the nasty milf, was back and plotting. Her son's fiancée Kimmy Granger was on the chopping block, and Kendra wanted her gone. She rang her stepdaughter Veronica to help crash the wedding before it happened. At the birthday dinner, Kimmy caught Kendra and Veronica swapping spit by the door. That lit a fire. Kimmy latched onto her husband and shoved her tongue down his throat like she owned him. Kendra just smiled and dropped her fork. Under the table she saw everything: Kimmy's fingers working her cunt through soaked panties, rubbing slow and filthy while her husband sat inches away. Kendra waited for him to leave, then knocked wine straight into Kimmy's lap. The dress clung to her skin. Kimmy snarled, but Kendra talked her out of the fabric with that velvet voice. "Take it off, sweetheart. Let me give you the kind of present you'll remember." Kimmy resisted. Told her no. Kendra laughed, low and dirty. "Everyone's got a little dyke in them, baby. Yours woke up when you watched us kiss." She dropped to her knees, tongue already out, and dragged it along Kimmy's slit before Kimmy could pull away. Fingers slid in deep, curling, pumping while her mouth worked the clit. Kimmy bit her lip to keep quiet, but her hips rolled harder. She hated how fast she soaked the older woman's face. A call from the living room broke the spell. They scrambled. Ducked beneath the tablecloth when he walked through, then climbed onto the wood the second he was gone. Kendra shoved Kimmy down and ground their cunts together, slick and hot, clit against clit until both women trembled. Fingers plunged again, fast and filthy, knuckles deep while they swallowed each other's moans inches from getting caught. Every thrust, every wet slap, could have ended it all, and neither one stopped.