Olivia gets a taste

Olivia’s breath hitched as she obeyed, her legs unsteady as she rose from the armchair. The air between them was thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, the slick sound of skin against skin filling the room.

Olivia’s bare feet sank into the plush carpet as she stepped closer, her pulse hammering in her throat. Her stepmother’s hips rolled in slow, obscene circles, John’s cock glistening where it disappeared inside her with every downward grind.

"Closer," the older woman demanded, her voice ragged. She reached back without breaking rhythm, tangling her fingers in Olivia’s hair to yank her near. The sharp tug forced Olivia to her knees beside the bed, her cheek pressed against the rumpled silk sheets, her lips inches from where her stepmother’s thighs met John’s.

"Look at how he throbs inside me," her stepmother gasped, rolling her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm that made John's fingers dig into the sheets. She tightened around him deliberately, drawing a choked groan from his lips before turning her smoldering gaze to Olivia. "A man wants to feel your hunger—not just your body, but your desperation." Her hand fisted in Olivia's hair, dragging her closer until Olivia could feel the heat radiating from their joined bodies. "Taste him," she ordered, angling her hips so Olivia's lips brushed the slick base of John's cock with every thrust. "Learn how he tastes on my skin first."

Olivia’s breath stuttered as her stepmother’s grip tightened in her hair, the command leaving no room for hesitation. The musky scent of sweat and arousal filled her nostrils, the slick heat of their bodies radiating against her lips. With a whimper, she obeyed, her tongue darting out to trace the salty sheen where John’s cock disappeared into her stepmother’s glistening folds.