One Last Time

Kristen Scott drops her bags on the bedroom floor, chest tight from being away. She wants her step-mom more than air. Mindi Mink walks in with that look, the one that usually ends up wet sheets. Says the games have to stop now that Kristen’s back. Kristen’s cunt throbs at the word. Dad’s phone rings, office emergency, and the door slams behind him. Dead silence, then Kristen pins Mindi against the dresser, tongue sliding up her neck. Mindi whispers resistance, but her hands already roam. They fall onto the mattress tangled, ripping silk off burning skin. Kristen climbs higher, straddles Mindi’s face, rides until her step-mom licks her raw and dripping. They flip into sixty-nine, faces buried, moaning into slick folds. Hips buck, they grind until Mindi’s thighs shake and Kristen squirts down her throat. Still shaking, they lock legs, grind pussies hard, slick against slick, until both of them scream and soak the sheets in one long, shaking climax that leaves them gasping in the quiet room.