Competing with the Maid

Adria Rae’s on the phone. Sarah Vandella’s face is buried between her legs, tongue working steady. Adria sighs, snaps at her stepmom to hurry the fuck up. Sarah pulls back with that crooked smile and says she’s almost done, just a few more seconds. The call ends. Adria shuts the laptop later, Sarah dives back in, eating like she hasn’t had a meal in days. Mouth locked on her stepdaughter’s cunt, Sarah doesn’t slow down. Then the real twist—Adria bent over the screen again and Sarah spreads her cheeks, rimming that tight little hole like it’s the last thing she’ll taste.