Stuck Snooping

Cory Chase just knew that bitch Laney was sneaking her girlfriend in. She hunted for proof like a hound after blood, dropped to her knees, and yanked the prize from under the sofa: a pair of panties still warm and slick from being worn. Victory burned through her, but when she backed out her hips jammed and the sofa pinned her like iron jaws. She twisted, kicked, swore, but her lower half stayed wedged. All the fury drained away when Laney's sneakers scuffed the floor. Her stepdaughter stepped close, laughed low, and cupped the round ass that she thought belonged to her lover. Cory froze. She had to play dead silent, because Laney's fingers already trailed over thin fabric, and then the kid sank to her knees and buried her tongue between Cory's spread lips. Wet heat, sloppy, determined, Laney ate like she was starving. Cory bit her forearm to kill the moan that crawled up her throat, thighs shaking while her daughter's mouth worked her cunt hard enough to rattle the floor. Sweat ran down her ribs. She tried to pull free, but every shift only drove Laney's tongue deeper. Finally Laney paused, eyes narrow. The truth smacked her like a slap. Her voice turned ice and fire at once, but anger melted fast into something hotter. "Fine," she hissed, yanking Cory's soaked panties down her thighs. "You started this? We finish it." And she went back in, grinding harder now, both of them burning with everything they weren't supposed to want.