Father Can't Stop Us

Ivy Jones is half-naked with Lyra Law, tits out and tongues deep, when dad busts in. He loses it, Lyra grabs her stuff and bolts, and Ivy’s locked down for good. Cut to dinner. She begs for the mall, he shoots her down—nothing but nice Jewish boys, thanks. Phone rings, he steps away, and Ivy drops something in his tea. He drinks, drops, and she’s on the phone telling Lyra to get back over here. Bedroom door clicks shut and they’re right back at it. Ivy yanks off Lyra’s top and jeans; Lyra peels the red dress off Ivy. Skin on skin, soft tits pressed together, nipples sucked until they’re stiff. Lyra’s blonde hair falls forward while she grinds her cunt right on Ivy’s clit. Ivy climbs on top, strips her panties, pushes her back, then works two fingers in that hairy pussy and rubs her clit until Lyra shakes and comes. Lyra flips her over, spreads Ivy’s cheeks and tongues her asshole, then climbs on for a fast, slippery trib. Their wet pussies slap together, juices mixing, both of them moaning like they don’t care who hears. Lyra sits on Ivy’s face, grinding while Ivy licks her open; they spin into 69, tongues buried, fingers knuckle-deep. Ivy adds a finger in Lyra’s ass and keeps licking, then lines their slits up again and scissors hard until both girls cum, thighs shaking, sheets soaked. Dad’s still out cold—for now.