Don't Tell Hubby: Part Two

Abella and August used to hook up back in the day, but the arranged marriage was about to end the fun for good. Now Abella’s standing at the altar listening to dad drone on while August sits in the back, eyes locked on that round, juicy ass wrapped tight in a pencil skirt. When the priest tells the happy couple to kiss, August pops up and blurts that it’s bad luck. She grabs Abella by the wrist, drags her down the hall, and straight into the bedroom where the wedding dress lies on the bed. “Try it on,” August says, already grinning like she’s won the lottery. Abella kicks things off by peeling off August’s heel and dragging her tongue over soft, pink toes. August moans, pushes her fingers between her legs, and starts rubbing that wet clit through soaked panties. From there it’s a free-for-all. They peel each other bare, big tits bouncing as they drop to their knees. August buries her face between Abella’s thick cheeks, tongue flicking her asshole while two fingers pump her dripping cunt. Abella flips her over, sucks August’s swollen clit until her hips buck, then shoves two fingers knuckle-deep and curls them until August cums with a shout. A knock hits the door. It’s Abella’s groom-to-be. “Everything okay in there?” The girls trade a panicked glance, then August hops on Abella’s face and rides her tongue hard, muffling her own moans with her palm. They grind out another orgasm, spit dripping from August’s tongue onto Abella’s shiny slit before they scissor, clits slapping and slicking together fast and filthy. Another knock, louder this time. August growls, rolls off, grabs their bags. “Fuck it—let’s just bail.” They throw on the first clothes they find, slip out the window, and vanish down the driveway before anyone catches on. Destination: wherever the hell they want, two stepsisters on the run and plenty of pussy left to lick.