Don't Let Dad Catch Us!

Rharri Rhound and Skylar Vox, both 18, sprawl across the couch in nothing but tiny shorts and tank tops. The blonde stepsisters trade dirty school gossip, laughing too loud, until Skylar blurts out she’s still a virgin and panics she’ll look like a rookie in college. Rharri shrugs, admits she’s not much further ahead, then cracks a grin and drops the idea: they practice on each other. Skylar’s eyes go wide, but her big tits heave under that thin top and curiosity wins fast. They lean in for a shy first kiss that turns hungry quick. Hands slide under fabric, squeezing soft skin and teasing pierced nipples. Skylar’s natural handfuls fit perfectly in Rharri’s palms; Rharri’s tighter little rack draws Skylar’s fingers like magnets. They grind, moan, and sneak peeks at the door—half hoping Dad doesn’t walk in, half turned on by the risk.