A Good, Stern Talking-To

Jane slammed the phone down, teeth grinding. "London. Living room. Now." Her stepmom strolled in, already smirking, hips swinging. Jane didn’t waste time. "Clients keep saying you can’t keep your ass covered or your mouth shut. Every time you walk those dogs you got some husband staring holes through you." London shrugged, pretending innocent never looked so obvious. "People talk. I’m friendly, that’s all." "Friendly, my ass. Feels more like foreplay." Jane’s voice dropped. "Like how you flirt with me in this house, brushing against my body in the hallway, wearing next to nothing when we’re alone. What the hell do you think you’re doing?" The air got thicker. London licked her bottom lip, stepped closer. Jane didn’t retreat. "You like it," London said, low. Jane swallowed, then nodded once, sharp. "Yeah. I do." The first real kiss hit hard—no breathing room, just months of staring too long. London’s hand slid under Jane’s shirt, thumb rolling over nipple until Jane moaned into her mouth. Jane tugged London’s tank top down, tits spilling free, then bent to suck one, hard and wet. London’s fingers dipped straight between Jane’s thighs, pushed her panties aside, and stroked her open like she already knew how wet she’d find her. They sank onto the couch, clothes gone in a scramble. Jane ground down on London’s thigh, slick leaving a streak. London flipped her, spread her knees, licked straight up her slit before sucking her clit—fast, filthy, no mercy. Jane came on her tongue, shaking, then shoved London back and returned the favor: two fingers thrusting deep while her mouth worked relentless circles. London’s legs locked around Jane’s head, cunt pulsing as she came hard and loud. They barely slowed. Touch turned frantic, mouths wet, bodies twisting until both were shaking again. They let the need wash through them, raw, finally giving in to what had been hanging thick in every room.