Mommy's Dream

Ryan Keely woke wrecked every day since the affair blew up in their faces. Skylar's dad moved fast—divorced her, dragged Skylar home, made damn sure they stayed apart. Nights dragged on filled with bad dreams, broken by the occasional filthy dream where Ryan got to relive every second she'd spent between Skylar's thighs. Today the dream hit hard. She stretched out on the couch, hand working fast, desperate to feel even a piece of what they lost. Then the door clicked and Skylar walked in. Ryan bolted upright, eyes wide. Skylar stared back. No words, just heat. Skylar stepped closer and Ryan felt her stomach flip—Skylar was done hiding. Done living under her father's roof. Done pretending the fire wasn't there. She wanted Ryan open, now, for real. They slammed together. Mouths crushed, tongues fighting for every taste they'd missed. Ryan yanked Skylar's shorts down and buried her tongue where she belonged, licking slow then fast, sucking the swollen clit till Skylar's knees shook. Skylar ripped Ryan's top open, lips latching onto heavy tits, biting the stiff nipples while her fingers slid inside Ryan's dripping cunt. No guilt. No walls. Nothing keeping them apart now. Just sweat, spit, skin, and the raw need to fuck the years they lost out of each other's bodies.