My Taboo Fantasy

Cherie DeVille stands in front of her mirror stripping down, tits out, hips rolling like she knows the room belongs to her. Kennedy steps in and stops cold, eyes glued to those big, heavy breasts, then drops to her own flat chest with a scowl. She just had another fight with Aline about it, and it still stings that guys only seem to chase curves. Cherie clocks the look, softens, and tells her stepdaughter flat out: boys chase all sorts of tits and Kennedy’s are perfect exactly how they sit. Kennedy doesn’t buy it. Says she’ll probably die a virgin. Cherie tilts her head, asks if that’s still true. Kennedy nods. Cherie smiles like she’s just made up her mind. Off comes Kennedy’s top. Cherie’s fingers trace those stiff little nipples, then she offers her own rack for Kennedy to feel—warm, full, heavy. Kennedy’s hands cup and squeeze, wanting that same swagger for herself. Cherie peels her own shorts down, spreads, and Kennedy drops between her thighs to taste. Cherie’s tongue answers back, working Kennedy’s shaved pussy until the girl cums hard for the first time, legs shaking on the edge of the bed. Cherie scoots Kennedy to the headboard, spreads those slim legs wide and feasts again until Kennedy’s second orgasm hits with a rush. Then she climbs up, plants her wet pussy on Kennedy’s face, and rides her tongue till she cums hard enough to moan loud enough for the neighbors. Kennedy swallows every drop, breathing like someone who just discovered she’s wanted. By the time they’re done, the girl’s grinning at her own reflection like she finally believes she’s hot exactly the way she is.