Three-Way Mistress: Part Four

Dillion Harper's sitting home fingering herself raw when her phone rings. She's buried two fingers deep and still hungry. Sinn Sage wants her at the house. Says Daddy's waiting. Says someone else is too. Dillion drops everything and bolts. Sinn barely lets her through the front door before their mouths crush together. Teethes clicking. Hands yanking at hems. Then temptation turns cruel. In the bedroom India Summer sits arms crossed. The second Dillion's eyes hit her, India snaps, her smirk sharp enough to slice leather. No talk about the horny bastard she cheated with. It's about Sinn, her stepdaughter. About Dillion licking the wrong pussy. India tells her get naked, on her knees. Dillion peels away each layer, cheeks burning, thighs still wet. Both women laugh like lions when Dillion mumbles she only likes girls now. Their two sets of hands shove her on the mattress, rid the last of her clothes, spread her open like a cheap notebook. India makes Dillion lick Mommy's rules across Sinn's cunt until the girl shakes and comes hard against her tongue, Sinn cackling in pleasure through each spasm. Then the gate opens wider when India decides it's time to join. She throws off the rest of her robe, climbs behind the step daughter the way a lioness boxes a cub in, clamps Dillion between both pussies. Tongues and fingers jammed everywhere at once. Dillion dragged every which way, riding the insult, taking what comes next like some wrecked chorus girl just got picked to headline the orgy.