House Arrest

Riley Anne's going insane from the boredom. House arrest. Four walls. Endless hours. When her girlfriend rings, they dive straight into phone sex, and Riley can't wait to kill time with her fingers in her perfect little pussy. She has no clue her step-mom Reagan Foxx just slipped through the front door and can hear every filthy word. Reagan steps into the bedroom. Riley's legs are spread, moaning into the phone, oblivious. Reagan stands still for a second, then signals with two fingers—keep going. Riley gasps when Reagan leans in, pinching her stiff nipples through the thin shirt. She tugs the fabric aside and flicks her tongue across each nipple, tasting the heat while Riley struggles not to break character with her girlfriend. The licking moves lower. Reagan pulls Riley's soaked panties off and buries her mouth between those slick folds. Riley's voice cracks with pleasure, but she keeps talking, hips rocking against her step-mom's tongue. When Reagan lifts her head and whispers, "Want me to stop?" Riley chokes out a shaky "No." The word barely clears her lips before Reagan strips, then coaches Riley on what to say next. Riley repeats every command, voice trembling, cunt dripping onto the sheets. Reagan takes the phone. Tells the girlfriend Riley can't talk and hangs up. Then she peels her panties off and climbs on, planting her ass on Riley's face. She's waited too long for this. Riley's mouth is finally going to do the job without an audience on the other end of the line.