My Lover's Daughter

Cherie's headed for the edge. A married blonde with nothing but trouble and tits and time on her hands. Then Isabella crashes in—Dana’s own daughter, dark hair, heat rolling off her like smoke from a gun—and that’s it. They collide hard. Isabella grabs her by the hips, tongue first, no patience, and Cherie folds like a bad alibi. One shove and Isabella’s back on the mattress, legs open, Cherie’s mouth already locked on her cunt. She licks like she’s starving, nose buried, jaw working until the girl’s back arches and she lets out a raw, broken sound when she comes. Isabella flips fast, breath shaky. She buries her face between Cherie’s thighs, sucks her clit, drags her tongue through every wet fold until Cherie claws at the sheets and shudders open, thighs shaking. Fingers take turns next—slick, deep, two at a time, knuckles grinding, no mercy—while tongues chase after each slick pulse, desperate, both of them moaning into the other until the air’s thick with it. They finally drop, chests heaving, slick and shaking. The quiet’s sharp. Nothing solved. They both know this isn’t finished, and neither one’s walking away clean.