Be Polite To Our Guest, Young Lady!

Kendra wants the house spotless before Penny Barber shows up, so she tells Kimmy to hit the living room. Kimmy whines but Kendra doesn't flinch. “Remember last semester?” she says. The deal was clear: fuck up the grades, pay with chores for a whole week, and Kendra gets to have her anytime, anywhere she wants. Kimmy curses under her breath but grabs the duster. She knows backing out isn’t worth the fight. As Kimmy sweeps, Kendra watches—eyes low, breath thick. Every stretch pulls Kimmy’s shorts tighter. Kendra steps in, hands sliding along Kimmy’s waist, peeling layers like it’s owed. Kimmy ends up bare, knees on the floor, ass up, duster shaking. The view breaks Kendra. She drops into the chair, spreads wide, and snaps her fingers. Kimmy crawls between her legs and gets to work with her tongue, slow and deep, tasting what she can’t refuse. The doorbell rings—Penny’s here. She steps inside, blinks once, then just grins. Kendra keeps one hand in Kimmy’s hair and waves her in with the other like it’s normal company. Penny sinks into the couch, legs crossed, sipping the wine Kendra poured. She watches Kimmy devour Kendra—wet sounds, hips rocking, moans slipping loose. Penny’s never had a visit this good. By the time she leaves, she’s already making plans of her own, wondering how fast she can get her own girl on her knees.