Tricking Her Nearsighted Stepmom

Lexi sits on the edge of the bed, brushing out her hair, calling down the hall that her friend should be let straight up. Hailey heads to the door, grabbing her bag on the way, but it’s just a delivery guy holding lilies and a slim envelope. She takes the flowers, reads the card addressed to Lexi, and figures the lover blew in early with gifts. Upstairs, she knocks, steps inside. Lexi doesn’t lift her glasses from the nightstand. She stands, moves right in, palms Hailey’s breasts through the thin top, kisses hard. Hailey stiffens, mouth half-open, torn between the wrong and the wet heat already rising. Lexi keeps pushing—hips grinding, fingers already tugging Hailey’s zipper. The words land raw and steady: fuck me, right here, don’t make me wait. Hailey’s hands shake on Lexi’s waist, but after another hot plea she gives in, pushes Lexi onto the sheets, mouth on nipples, fingers sliding straight between her legs. Sweat, slick, bare skin; Lexi arches, gasping every filthy demand. Glasses on at last, the picture clears. Shock hits, then melts under the next thrust—deep, quick, leaving no room to pull back. Lexi bites her lip, eyes half-lidded, decides the cock inside her belongs right there until the ache is gone.