Step Family Stuck Under the Bed and Accidently Fucked Orgy – Cory Chase

Title: The Steamy Entanglement: Cory Chase and the Unintended Under-Bed Orgy

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Chloe and her stepmother Cory found themselves in a compromising position under the bed one fateful afternoon. An argument over a misplaced pair of earrings had led to a playful tussle that resulted in both women becoming lodged beneath the heavy wooden frame. Their hands grasped frantically at the edges, hands bumping and brushing in a tangle of fingers and disgruntled grunts.

“Move over, you clumsy cow!” Chloe grunted, her ample breasts heaving as she shoved at Cory’s plump rump.

Cory hmphed indignantly, her generous cleavage jiggling with the motion. “I’m not the one who started this lynch mob, missy. Now quit your squirming before we break something!”

But fate had other plans. Their struggles only served to further entangle them, legs entwined with arms, hair snagging on splinters. The heat was oppressive, pursed bodies slick with sweat as they writhed in the cramped space. Lips, eyes, noses brushed unforgivably close, setting off a chain reaction better left unexplored.

A stray ankle brushed against a sensitive inner thigh. A grazing elbow scraped across a beaded nipple. Nostrils flared, inhaling dizzying breaths of perfume and pheromones. Something within them shifted, a sinful switch thrown from “disagreed” to “desired”.

Chloe was the first to succumb, her traitorous hand sliding up Cory’s silken thigh. Cory gasped, fingers digging into the thick carpet, hips arching forward into the touch. History repeated itself as Chloe’s bold questing fingers found Cory’s slick heat, stroked and parted tender folds.

“Mmm,more…” Cory groaned, all dignity forgotten in favor of primitive need. Chloe obliged, twisting and thrusting, finding that heavenly spot that made Cory cry out.

Meanwhile, Cory had a secret weapon of her own. As Chloe pumped and pleasured, Cory reached between juice-slicked thighs, finding Chloe’s swollen, weeping slit. Deft fingers circled and flicked, mimicking Chloe’s rhythm until the blonde was whimpering and grinding against her hand.

It was too much, this strangely incestuous coupling. Sticky skin and musky scents, panting breaths and quivering bodies – the women were lost in a haze of lust, days of irritation boiling over into taboo bliss.

Chloe came first, her scream muffled against Cory’s shoulder as she shook and gushed, clenching around Cory’s fingers. Cory followed a heartbeat later, riding Chloe’s hand as she arched off the floor, honey dripping to coat their entwined fingers.

They collapsed, gasping and limp, fingers still buried in silk folds. As the lingering haze faded, uncomfortable rationalizations tried to take root. But Cory and Chloe silenced it with a kiss – soft, filtthy, and utterly satisfying.

The two women stayed tangled for hours, sorting through the chaos of feelings, slowly righting their clothing with clumsy, jittery fingers. It was dark outside by the time they finally extricated themselves from beneath the bed, but the warmth of reluctant smiles and heated glances lingered long after.

The argument about the earrings remained unsolved, but something far more interesting had taken its place. The women had discovered a hidden desire, a taboo lust that simmered beneath a thin veneer of respectability. And as they crept off to their separate chambers, each with the weight of a secret taste on their minds, the promise of more erotic entanglements to come hung heavily in the air, begging to be fulfilled.