The Pact

Eliza Jane had her nose buried in her textbook when Reagan Foxx came in wearing nothing but black lace. Stepdad was glued to the game, so her dear stepmother had ideas about what might pass the time better. Reagan moved like liquid heat across Eliza's bed, a predator cloaked in satin and tits bigger than they had any right to be. The blonde teen tried to focus, but Reagan had her pressed against the headboard before long. Those heavy breasts crushed against her face, smelling like flowers and sin, and Reagan kept finding new ways to smell Eliza's hair, the soft spot behind her ear. "He won't come in," Reagan whispered, sliding her fingers under the hem of Eliza's nightshirt. "Trust me." Eliza's nipples hardened the second her stepmother touched them, and then Reagan's mouth was there. Hot, wet tongue on sensitive skin. Eliza gasped and the textbook slid to the floor. When Reagan pulled at the waistband of her shorts, Eliza lifted her hips without thinking. Reagan dove between her legs like she hadn't eaten in days, tongue flat against untouched pink folds, drinking up every drop of arousal that her own daughter made. Eliza grabbed Reagan's hair and came with her teeth gritted, thighs shaking around the older woman's head. Reagan didn't stop. She peeled Eliza's panties all the way off, climbed astride her like a hungry animal, and ground their wet cunts together. Sweat, skin, friction. Eliza's second orgasm hit harder than the first, Reagan panting above her as their clits dragged in slick rhythm. Then Reagan moved up, shoving that thick, dripping pussy over Eliza's mouth. "Lick," she ordered, and the teen obeyed, tongue meeting Reagan's clit, lips sealed around swollen flesh. When the stepmother came she flooded Eliza's mouth and threw her head back, holding herself there until the spasms passed. One final request slipped from Eliza's mouth: she wanted it again. Reagan grinned like the devil she'd always been and settled between spread thighs once more. They fucked until both women shook and moaned through their combined climax, bodies locked tight, skin slapping skin in the dim light of the dorm bedroom.