Secret Dancer

Alison found the strip club coupon on the counter and knew her dad was cheating on her mom. Then Alana stumbled through the door in heavy makeup and a trashy leopard outfit, drunk from the cab ride home. The lie clicked into place. That coupon belonged to her stepmother. Alison shoved it in Alana's face and waited for the excuses. Alana admitted she danced at the club. Freedom, money, attention, all of it. She begged Alison not to tell. The girl offered silence in trade for a lap dance. Alana swallowed her disgust and climbed onto her stepdaughter's lap. Alison's hands roamed fast. She grabbed Alana's small tits and yanked the bikini top loose despite the slurred protests. She told Alana she had watched her in the shower for months, staring at her ass. Now she finally got to touch it. Alison dragged the soaked panties down Alana's legs. Topless only was club policy. Alison ignored it. Her fingers pushed inside. Alana's cunt clenched wet and hot around them. Alison stripped, shoved Alana onto her back, and buried her tongue between spread lips until the woman came shaking against her mouth. She straddled Alana's face, grinding on her tongue while her own fingers kept working inside the MILF. They scissored next, hips slamming, then Alison drove two fingers hard until Alana came again, soaking her hand. Finally they locked into sixty-nine, tongues deep, both women convulsing at the same time with mouthfuls of cunt.