"Melanie’s lips meet mine, and suddenly nothing else matters..." We’re tangled on the bed, me in scandalous lingerie and black fishnets, Melanie in soft pink lace and white thigh-highs that make her legs look edible. Our hands are everywhere! Tearing at clasps, sliding down straps, and exploring every curve as lingerie hits the floor. Watch me grip her waist while she moans into my mouth, our tongues dancing as we peel away each other’s clothes. Naked now, we’re a mess of gasps and goosebumps, my hands squeezing her tits as she arches into me, both of us wet and aching. The climax? Slow, sweet kisses in a naked embrace where my brunette hair mixes with hers.

Taylor Pierce thinks she can sneak around, but I always check the laundry. There I find it: a tiny, lacy thong stuffed in the corner, screaming “slut.” I storm into the living room, ready to confront her, only to catch her on the couch watching a video of herself sucking her boyfriend’s dick. That’s it. No more games. I snatch the thong from my hand and shove it into her mouth as a gag, then wrap her lips tight with cling wrap, silence is part of her punishment. Her hands are bound with rope, wrists pulled behind her back, before I yank her over my lap. My palm comes down hard and fast on her bare ass, smack after smack, each one turning her cheeks a deeper pink. She writhes, muffled moans escaping under the plastic, but I don’t stop until she feels every second of her shame. When I’m done, I leave her tied up on the couch, legs trembling, ass glowing, to sit and think about how a good girl never hides slutty secrets from her stepmom.