Sharing the Bed: Part Three

We open on the recap: Shyla riding Dani’s fingers, eyes wide as her surrogate-therapist guides her through a crash course in lesbian sex. Credits roll, and we cut straight to Sasha stepping through her front door, duffel still on her shoulder. Syren’s waiting—tight silk robe, arms folded, zero patience. The instant Sasha drops her bag, the interrogation starts. Where the hell has she been? Who’s she texting? When Syren snatches the phone and scrolls, the name Shyla pops up with the filthiest little messages. Sasha tries to back-pedal, but Syren’s already pulling rank. “Tell me exactly how that little blonde made you come,” she hisses. Sasha clams up. So Syren goes nuclear: “One word to your father and he cuts you off. Strip, or I talk.” Syren shrugs the robe off her shoulders, tits full and heavy, body still tight for forty-something. She hops up on the dresser, knees spread, and dares Sasha to prove she’s the “expert lesbian” she claims to be. Sasha rolls her eyes but sinks to the floor, face-first between Syren’s thighs, tongue dragging deep. Syren grabs a fistful of brunette hair and rides it, moaning like she’s pissed off at how good it feels. Every filthy curse Syren spits turns Sasha on more. She hums against her stepmom’s clit, fingers sliding in, pumping until Syren’s thighs shake and she growls through an orgasm loud enough to rattle the picture frames. Sasha comes up grinning, lips glossy, vindicated and still horny as hell. The guilt of sneaking behind Shyla’s back only hits her after the taste of Syren is still hot on her tongue.