Wife fucked hard with tongue while washing dishes in the kitchen, getting her to cum before her step

The gleaming porcelain kitchen tiles were still damp, remnants of the soapy water Sophie had mopped moments before. Her stepmother, Veronica, lounged at the table, sipping a mimosa, her satin robe loose and revealing over her ample cleavage. Sophie, clad in a thin tank top and denim cutoffs, was wiping down the last of the plates when Veronica eyed her appreciatively.

“Mmm, such a good girl you are, sweetheart,” Veronica purred, setting down her glass. She rose, the silken fabric sliding off one creamy shoulder. “Come here, let me repay you for that hard work…”

Sophie turned, surprised but delighted at the sultry look Veronica was giving her. Veronica sauntered over, reaching out to trail a perfectly manicured nail along Sophie’s jawline.

“Let me get a real taste of how hard you’ve been working,” Veronica murmured, before crashing their lips together in a searing kiss. Sophie gasped, feeling Veronica’s tongue boldly explore her mouth as the older woman pressed herself flush against Sophie’s body.

“What are you…we can’t just…” Sophie protested weakly, even as her treacherous body arched into Veronica’s. The other woman just smirked against her lips.

“Oh, we can. And we will.” Veronica’s voice dipped low, full of dirty promise. “You want this as much as I do.”

Two hands slid down to grope Sophie’s ass possessively as Veronica ground against her. Sophie bit back a moan at the feel of the other woman’s heat even through their clothes. Veronica suddenly spun them, pinning Sophie against the kitchen counter.

“Legs. Now,” Veronica commanded, hiking up Sophie’s cutoffs and shoving them down just enough to bare one smooth thigh. Sophie obediently hitched herself up onto the counter’s edge, wrapping her legs around Veronica’s curvy hips.

Veronica’s hands pushed up Sophie’s tank top, exposing her bra. With a deft flick of Veronica’s fingers, the front clasp sprang open and Sophie’s breasts bounced free. Groaning, Veronica ducked her head to capture one stiff pink nipple between her lips, sucking hard. The wet pull sent sparks of sensation straight to Sophie’s core.

“Mmm, such a sweet little treat, all for me,” Veronica growled, nipping at the sensitive bud. Her hands completed the job of stripping off Sophie’s clothes, leaving her bare and exposed, flushed with arousal.

“So wet, already,” Veronica taunted, dipping her fingers through Sophie’s glistening folds. “You’re a needy girl, aren’t you? Throbbing and desperate to cum, right here in the kitchen…”

“Please,” Sophie whimpered, shamelessly rutting against Veronica’s teasing touch. In answer, the older woman plunged two fingers knuckle-deep, pumping them fast and hard. Her thumb found Sophie’s clit and rubbed in tight, teasing circles.

“Yes, just like that!” Sophie keened, the wet squelch of Veronica’s fingers pistoning in and out of her echoing through the room. Veronica latched onto her neck, sucking dark marks of possession as she finger-fucked Sophie within an inch of her life.

“Cum for me,” Veronica ground out against her skin. “Right now, cum all over my fingers. Show Daddy what a bad girl you are, craving your stepmom’s touch.”

The filthy words pushed Sophie over the edge. She came with a wrenching cry, her internal muscles clamping down hard on Veronica’s invading digits as wetness gushed out around them. Veronica muttered filthy encouragement the whole time, not letting up with her fingers until the aftershocks ebbed away.

Panting, Sophie collapsed back against the counter, delirious with pleasure. Veronica merely smirked, bringing her soaked fingers to her mouth and licking them clean with relish. “Delicious…but you’re not done yet, dear. I need a taste straight from the source.”

Sophie hardly had a chance to register the words before Veronica swept her up into a fireman’s carry over her shoulder. “Veronica!” Sophie squealed in shock, barely managing to keep from banging her head against Veronica’s firm ass as she was toted out of the kitchen.

Veronica kicked open the door to the bedroom, dumping Sophie onto the bed and crawling over her. “You’re MINE,” she growled, capturing Sophie’s lips again in a searing kiss. “And Daddy will just have to wait his turn. I’m going to feast on your sweet cunt until you’re ruined for anyone else.”

Veronica pushed Sophie’s thighs apart, diving down to lap at her oversensitive slit. “Oh god!” Sophie cried out, nearly Arching off the bed at the first swipe. Veronica laved her tongue along every contour, licking up Sophie’s slick arousal, humming in appreciation at the taste.

“Yes, goddess, right there!” Sophie babbled, lost in ecstasy as Veronica suckled her clit. The other woman pushed two fingers back into Sophie’s weeping hole, stroking in at just the right angle to rub against that sensitive spot. Sophie’s eyes rolled back in her head, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of Veronica’s clever tongue and fingers.

Urged on by Sophie’s breathy moans and writhing, Veronica settled in to feast, determined to wring out another organs. She kept Sophie hovering right at the pinnacle for what felt like ages, denying her just before climax. Sophie sobbed with frustration, grabbing fistfuls of Veronica’s dark hair, trying to force the other woman to finish her.

Finally, Veronica relented, sealing her lips around Sophie’s clit and thrusting her fingers deep and pressing up hard against that spot. Sophie screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, thighs clamping around Veronica’s head, holding her in place as she ground her cunt against the other woman’s face. Veronica simply moaned in delight, humping shamefully against the mattress as she rode out Sophie’s climax, determined to milk every last drip of pleasure fromSophie’s body.

They collapsed together in a sweaty, sticky tangle of limbs. Veronica cradled Sophie in her arms as the younger woman slowly regained her breath, sated beyond belief. Veronica stroked Sophie’s hair, placing gentle kisses to her forehead and cheeks.

“My perfect girl,” Veronica murmured, nuzzling Sophie’s throat. “All mine. Daddy can never have you like I do. We’ll keep this our little secret.”

Sophie just sighed, not caring about the consequences, only caring about the bliss she found in Veronica’s arms. The other woman would be her home, her haven, her mistress. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.