Mail-Order Mommy

Katya Rodriguez is pissed at her dad's new mail-order bride, Mckenzie Lee. She gets why her father married the woman—Mckenzie's a knockout—but Katya smells a con job. If Mckenzie thinks she'll drain the old man dry, she can dream on. Katya knows her father better than anyone. He wouldn't shell out a cent for her college, so some stranger isn't about to score his fortune. She rifles through Mckenzie's drawers, checks phones, hunts every angle. Every lead dries up until she uncovers a fresh bank statement tucked beneath underwear. The account is in Katya's own name. Mckenzie steps in, eyes hard, and explains she badgered Katya's father into starting the trust fund Katya always begged for. Katya's cheeks burn. She mumbles an apology that tastes like sawdust. Mckenzie doesn't let her off the hook, calls her out on every nasty look and whispered accusation. Cornered, Katya confesses the rest: she's jealous—jealous her dad gets to fuck a woman like Mckenzie. Mckenzie raises an eyebrow. For a heartbeat the air tightens, then she shrugs. If Katya really wants to bury the hatchet, she'll bury her face instead. They shove each other onto the bed. Katya peels Mckenzie's panties aside and drags her tongue through wet heat while Mckenzie pins Katya's hips and returns the favor. Their mouths work fast, urgent, tasting, sucking, flicking. Legs shake. Fingers dig in. Every slick lap and muffled moan clears the air until nothing is left but sweat, spit, and the slick sound of two women deciding their new family ties might not be so bad after all.