The Sapphic Psychic

Aidra Fox kicks the front door open and dumps her suitcase. She hollers for her dad, then snatches the phone and calls him. He’s stuck in a last-minute meeting and says Syren’s around to keep her company. Aidra rolls her eyes—her stepmom’s the last person she wants to chill with. She hangs up, still pissed. She’s halfway to the kitchen when she hears Syren upstairs, voice low and filthy. Cheat­ing already? Aidra pulls out her phone and hits record. She nudges the door open and finds Syren alone, legs spread, phone pressed to her ear. Phone sex. Not with a guy—Syren’s talking filthy with another woman. Syren clocks her, grins, and yanks her inside. Aidra blurts the accusation, but Syren just laughs and owns it. She’s a Sapphic Psychic, reading dirty fortunes for horny girls over the phone. Aidra calls bullshit. Syren dares her to answer the next call and prove it. Aidra takes the phone, feeds the lines Syren whispers. Every filthy prediction lands. The client moans confirmation, getting wetter with every detail. Heat creeps up Aidra’s thighs. Syren’s fingers slide into her panties, rubbing her clit until Aidra’s hips jerk and she cums hard, still clutching the phone. Breathless, she drops the cell and pushes Syren onto the bed. Time to return the favor—tits out, tongue busy, making her stepmom shake and moan just as loud.