We Mustn't Upset Him

Katie just lost her parents. She moves in with Wanda, a family friend she barely knows, while Wanda's husband Harold is supposedly off on business. Wanda lays down the house rules Harold supposedly made—curfews, dress codes, no boys, no nothing—and Katie feels the walls closing in even though she never sees the guy. Weeks go by and Harold stays invisible, yet Wanda keeps tightening the screws in his name. Katie figures Wanda's the real prisoner here, stuck in some twisted marriage, and decides to cut through the bullshit. She offers Wanda her ass, literally: let it out, spank me, take what you need. Wanda doesn’t hesitate. She bends Katie over, yanks down her panties, and lays into that tight teen ass until both of them are breathing hard. Fingers follow fast—Wanda works two, then three, deep inside Katie’s dripping pussy while her big natural tits bounce with every thrust. Katie moans, grinds back, and soon they’re sixty-nining, tongues buried, Wanda’s heavy tits smothering Katie’s face while the teen’s slim fingers disappear between Wanda’s soaked folds. They fuck like they’re starving—blonde hair tangled, legs shaking, Katie’s small frame shaking under Wanda’s bigger, stronger body. When Wanda finally comes, it’s loud, messy, and leaves her looking lighter, freer. Katie grins, flushed and satisfied, wondering what Harold would say if he ever showed up to see his wife eating teenage pussy like it’s her last meal.