The Queen

Kiara opens a letter from her ex and instantly feels that old fire in her gut. The redhead's big, flashy tits heave under the thin robe as she reads how her ex needs a job for her girl. Memories flash – filthy nights, the taste of her ex on her tongue – and Kiara’s fingers slip down to her soaked pussy, rubbing hard. She’s picturing her ex while she works her clit when the door cracks open. Young Alyssa walks in, brunette hair swinging, looking too much like her mother for comfort. Alyssa needs the gig, and Kiara plans to collect payment in flesh. First she makes the girl fetch hot chocolate, then snatches the mug for herself. They scrap over it – short, dirty, loud – and Kiara pins her stepdaughter. Victory tastes sweet. She kicks off her heels, spreads her toes, and orders Alyssa to kneel. The girl licks between each toe like it’s candy, fingers drifting between her own thighs. Kiara’s cunt throbs. She grabs Alyssa by the hips, drops to her knees, and buries her tongue in that fresh, wet slit, eating like she used to eat her ex – long, slow, greedy licks until Alyssa’s knees buckle.