Bad Influences-In-Law

Karen eases the door shut, breath caught tight in her throat. Nicole Aria presses close behind her, shoes dangling from two fingers. They slip past the dark living room like thieves. Her wife is nowhere in sight, but the risk burns hotter than any touch. Nicole drops to her knees on the hallway rug without a word. She lifts Karen’s foot, tongue sliding slow along the arch before she sucks each toe into her mouth. Karen bites the inside of her wrist, hips jerking. The sound still slips out, a ragged whisper that echoes off the walls. Karen turns and pulls Nicole up fast, hands shoving her silk dress higher. She drops to the floor, drags lace panties aside and buries her mouth between Nicole’s thighs. Nicole’s fingers knot in her hair, knees shaking as Karen licks deep, slick and relentless. Both of them swallow every moan that tries to climb out, bodies trembling with the need to stay silent while pleasure claws up their spines.