Sharing The Bed: Part Five

Syren's golden girl storms home clutching a diamond on her finger. Within minutes Tara steals Sasha's phone from her mother’s purse, then corners her stepsister the second Syren’s car pulls out. Trembling, Sasha spits out the whole sick story—step-mother’s hands, the threats, the forced silence. Tara listens, then drops her own bomb: she fucked a girl at the sorority house and can’t shake the taste. Before Sasha can think, Tara’s mouth is on hers, urgent and greedy. Need crashes over both of them. Sasha moans Tara’s name and the younger girl grinds down harder, lace panties sliding hot and slick against lace. Clothes rip away; Tara’s bare cunt rocks against Sasha’s until their swollen lips catch and drag with every thrust. Tara shakes, voice breaking, her first real orgasm ripped straight from her clit. Still panting, she buries her tongue in Sasha’s wet bush, licking deep while Sasha fists her hair and teaches her how to suck a woman properly. Sweat, spit, and the sharp musk of cunt fill the bedroom; they ride it out like animals, forgetting vows, families, and everything except the ache they can finally feed.