You Tricked Me: Part Two

Cherie DeVille once told Samantha Rone she'd owe her a favor. Never said when, never said where. Today was that day. Cherie called her husband, told him she'd be late for dinner. Big client interested in a four-million-dollar house. Sam was already waiting. She walked in, scanned the rooms. Thought maybe the guy was outside getting air. Walked onto the patio, saw someone sprawled on the couch, and opened her mouth to greet him. Instead she yelped. Her daughter-in-law was half-naked in the sunlight. "Samantha. Get inside. Now." Cherie's heart pounded. The house was wired with cameras. One wrong move and the footage would hit her broker's desk and she'd be done. She pushed Samantha through the doorway, hissing about how stupid and reckless this was, how she could lose everything. Samantha didn't flinch. She stepped close, slid Cherie's blazer off her shoulders, unhooked the bra underneath, and took one nipple between her lips. Cherie tried to argue, but Samantha's tongue flicked hard and fast and Cherie felt heat shoot straight between her legs. The pink lace panties stayed on, but Samantha's fingers pressed right against the wet spot, rubbing slow circles until Cherie's breath broke. Cherie stared at Samantha's blue eyes, the long blond hair that made her think of herself twenty years ago, and came hard. She dropped to her knees, dragged Samantha's panties aside, and buried her tongue in her pussy. Samantha tasted clean and sweet. She gripped Cherie's hair and moaned while Cherie licked her in long strokes, then quick flicks, until Samantha's thighs shook and she came once, then again. They swapped. Samantha shoved three fingers into Cherie's soaked cunt and pumped hard. Cherie arched, legs wide, and squirted, splashing over Samantha's wrist and the hardwood floor, leaving a shiny puddle between them. When they finally caught their breath, Cherie grinned, eyes still glazed. "The cameras? Don't worry. I've got remote access. Footage deleted. We're clear."