Flooded With Affection

Lily knelt by the bed, yanking off Christy's sheets, when her fingers hit soaked cotton. The dark spot bloomed under her palm like spilled ink. Christy stepped inside, lips pulling into a slow smile. "That? That's what happens when I come hard," she said, voice low and warm. "Your stepmom does it too." Lily blinked. "Does what?" Angelina wandered in, eyebrows raised. Christy waved her over. "Our girl here found my mess and wants to know why. Thought we should show her." Angelina didn't ask twice. She sat on the stripped mattress, peeled her dress up, and slid two fingers straight between her folds. Christy followed, legs spread wide, rubbing fast and steady. The room filled with wet sounds and quick breaths. Lily watched, frozen, mouth parted. Then Angelina's hips jerked and a clear arc sprayed out, splashing across the sheets. Christy came right after, hot jets hitting the bed, soaking Lily's knees. Lily's throat clicked. "On me," she rasped. "Please." She yanked her top off. Angelina moved first, straddling Lily's chest, still fingering herself until another gush rained down her tits. Christy knelt by Lily's head, rubbing hard until she added her own spray across Lily's face and open mouth. They kept at her—fingers pumping, bodies grinding—until Lily was dripping, shaking, and begging for every drop they had left.