The Panty Trap

Lyra Law stumbles across her own panties and a thick dildo tangled in Ashley Fires’ sheets while she’s tossing laundry. The sight hits like a slap—her prim stepmom is getting off on her smell. Lyra sets a trap fast: drops a fresh pile of panties on the bed, tells Ashley to wash them, then bolts. She doubles back and waits outside the bedroom door, ear pressed to the wood. Inside, Ashley’s already face-deep in that pile, huffing cotton and working a toy between her legs. Lyra hears every wet sound and her own hand slips down her shorts, fingers circling her clit in time. Ashley catches the faint gasp, swings the door wide, and hauls her stepdaughter inside. Over the knee Lyra goes. Ashley yanks the shorts down and slaps that pale, bare ass until it glows. She can’t stop herself from dragging in the scent of Lyra’s cunt or squeezing her small, natural tits. Lyra squirms until Ashley threatens to rat her out to Dad for spying and touching herself. That shuts her up quick. Ashley peels the fresh panties off Lyra, spreads those meaty lips, and dives in tongue-first. She swallows every drop when Lyra comes, then climbs up, plants her soaked pussy on Lyra’s, and grinds hard, staring her down until Lyra’s shaking through a second orgasm. After that she shows the girl how to tongue a clit, how to rim a tight asshole, how to bite down on wadded-up panties while her cunt pulses. By the end Ashley’s promising to spoil Lyra rotten every chance she gets, just so she can trib that sweet pussy and come even harder next time.