Eating Out For Dinner

Charlotte Stokely can't keep her hands off her stepdaughter Khloe Kingsley even when it means getting fucked beneath Charlie Forde's own roof. Their tongues tangle against the dining-room wall while Charlie bangs pots in the kitchen five feet away. They freeze each time Charlie's footsteps approach, then laugh quietly and dive straight back into each other. Khloe pushes Charlotte onto the table and slides under it just as Charlie's shadow crosses the doorway. Hidden between Charlotte's knees, she seals her mouth over her pussy and sucks hard, tongue flicking like she wants to get them both caught. Charlotte bites her knuckles to keep quiet. Charlie turns around once, twice, sniffing the thick, sweet air but missing the whole show. The second Charlie leaves the kitchen, Khloe licks harder, quicker, driving Charlotte right to the edge under the tabletop. When Charlie walks back in she pulls out, only to slam her face back between those soaked thighs the moment he's gone again. Charlotte's legs shake; her fingers knot in Khloe's hair as she fights not to moan. Twice more they play this game until Charlie finally heads out the front door. Then Khloe hauls Charlotte up onto the dinner table, tears off her soaked underwear and spreads her open. They fuck loud, raw, filthy, bodies slapping against polished wood, moans echoing off every dish they haven't broken yet. Charlotte comes hard, screaming Khloe's name, the rush of finally being loud, of claiming the whole house with every dripping thrust.