My Daughter's Approval: Part One

Edyn Blair sprawls across her bed, two fingers working her clit while the laptop screen burns with two women devouring each other. Her father's call cuts in, cold and casual. He wants another wife. A step-mother. He’ll send the candidates over and she can choose. Hanging up, Edyn doesn’t pause—just slides her fingers deeper. Lauren gets there first, red hair blazing, tits straining her top. She catches Edyn mid-stroke, smirk flashing. Kendra arrives a breath later, blonde hair pinned tight, mouth already pinched. They square off. Edyn cuts through the noise by turning the screen their way. “If you want me to pick,” she says, “you start now. On each other.” Lauren peels her shirt off in one greedy tug, nipples already hard. Kendra lingers, jaw set. Edyn nods at Lauren: zip her. Lauren’s nails rake Kendra’s zipper; the blouse parts and perky breasts spring free. Edyn orders the kiss. Lauren claims Kendra’s mouth, their nipples grazing, soft curves pressing tight. Edyn watches, hips rolling, her slick fingers flashing faster. When the older women notice, they shift, offering her space on the sheets. Edyn stays seated. “Keep going.” Lauren’s mouth drops to Kendra’s cunt, tongue flattening, sucking loud. Kendra’s head snaps back. She comes sharp and cursing, fingers tangled in red hair. Kendra returns the favor without grace or mercy, jaw working between Lauren’s thighs until Lauren shudders through another climax. Edyn’s shirt is gone now, chest flushed, legs spread wide on the chair. The two women eye her, coaxing. She only licks her finger. Kendra climbs, knees planted on either side of Lauren’s face. Lauren’s tongue spears upward, greedy, greedy. Below her, the women grind—pussies wet and sliding, hips snapping, every thrust begging for the girl’s approval. After Kendra drags a second orgasm out of Lauren, they turn again, eyes burning. “Come over,” Lauren growls. “Let us finish you.” Edyn just watches, breath ragged, and says nothing.