Step Sisters finally hookup
Lana’s heart raced as she stepped into the steamy shower with distraught step-sister Zoe, hoping their intense tension would at last explode into the heated lesbian encounter they both craved. Water cascaded off the curvy brunette’s perky C-cups while the tall blonde nibbled her earlobe.
“I can’t take the tension any longer,” Lana purred, her voice husky with desire. “I need to taste you…” Invasive hands roamed Zoe’s slick body as demanding lips claimed hers in a searing kiss, tongues intertwining passionately.
Zoe moaned into the kiss, grinding her smooth mons against Lana’s bare thigh. She cupped the blonde’s full breasts, fingers brushing over stiff nipples. “Yes,” she gasped. “I want you too…so badly.”
Lana’s soapy hands trailed lower, kneading the firm cheeks of Zoe’s round ass and teasing the tight pucker between. “Mmm, you feel incredible.” She slipped a finger between silky folds to rub her engorged clit.
Panting, Zoe pushed Lana against the tiled wall, breasts heaving. “Touch me more…” She spread wide, inviting deeper exploration.
Lana complied eagerly, pumping two fingers into Zoe’s drenched channel. “Thou art wetter than she thought,” she teased.
“Ohh!” Zoe shuddered as Lana stroked her G-spot. Her head lolled back in ecstasy, abandoning herself to forbidden pleasure.
She pulled Lana into a rough kiss, teeth clashing, hands fisting in her hair. Liquid lust pooled in their bellies, building to a fevered pitch.
“Suck my tits while you finger thy bitch,” Zoe demanded, her voice a low growl. Lana obeyed, drawing a rosy nipple into her hot mouth. She suckled greedily while plunging fingers slick with lube drilled Zoe’s needy cunny.
Faster and deeper, Lana thrust while laving tight buds. Frantic grinding rocked the shower with their movements. Within moments their cries of release echoed off the walls, bodies shaking and gushing with climax.
Panting, they slumped together, kisses lazy and sweet. “My love…” Lana sighed.
“Hush, ye saucy minx,” Zoe shushed her with a finger to her lips. She glanced over her shoulder at the shower door, cracked ajar. “Hark! My step-mother approaches!”
Quickly dousing the last wisps of steam, the girls rinsed and stepped out, toweling each other sincerely. Zoe couldn’t resist a last tweak to Lana’s ass. “I’m heading to supervision in my chamber. Shall ye join me in one hour to continue our tournament?”
“Ye shall have fair warning, m’lady,” Lana played along slyly. They parted with secret looks and knowing smirk-s and smiles.
Up in the study later, Zoe impatiently paged through a dusty tome while keeping vigil on the clock. Lana’s texts were coming through – she just had to hold out a little longer, without pigging out, getting nosebleeds, or going full Targaryen…
