My Dom In-Law

Fresh out the oven, Jenna plants her pie on the counter and wipes flour on her apron. She shoots Hope a sideways smirk and pops the question about work. Hope leans back, gives the blonde a cocky once-over, and admits she whips men—and women—for a living. Jenna’s eyes go wide, but the curiosity is already dripping off her tongue. Next thing, she’s asking to feel it. Hope grins, snatches the apron straps, spins Jenna around, and knots those big tits against the chair back. Hands trapped, legs spread, Jenna’s breathing hard. Hope drops to her knees, parts the natural mounds, and slips two fingers straight inside. She works them slow at first, then faster, teasing Jenna’s clit with lazy circles every time she whimpers. Every yank on the straps makes Jenna arch harder, tits bouncing, pussy clenching around those fingers like she’s already owned. Hope laughs low, tells her to beg, then pushes deeper until the blonde comes undone, thighs shaking against the wooden seat.