The Vengeance

Kitana Lure had the good life—money, looks, headline after headline. Then some kid in a speeding car without a license rear-ended her future. Now she drags a busted leg and a mile-wide grudge. Revenge tastes better than chocolate, so the brunette milf tracks down eighteen-year-old Kate Quinn, bundles the girl onto silk sheets, and locks every wrist and ankle in place with pink cuffs. Kate still looks confused when Kitana in sheer black babydoll lingerie sinks onto the bed beside her. Kitana smiles slow. Then her tongue starts working—slow, teasing circles over soft breasts, down a tight stomach, along smooth inner thighs. Kate’s squeak of protest melts into shaky little moans. She figures she owes something for the scar on Kitana’s thigh, and right now paying looks more fun than prison. Kitana scoots up, settles her slick, older pussy over Kate’s mouth. The girl goes to work: long, dutiful licks, soft sucks on the swollen lips, flicking across the hard clit. Kitana rocks, sighs, pushes down harder. The cuffs rattle when Kate reaches up with her tongue to taste salt and skin. Kitana spins, swinging her legs across Kate’s chest until her pink-polished toes are right under Kate’s lips. Kate takes each toe in, kisses the arches, sucks like she means it. Kitana smirks. Finally she slides back down, grinds against Kate’s clever fingers. Two of them curl deep while a soft tongue laps fast; Kitana’s breath hitches, hips buck, and she cums with a low, satisfied moan that bounces off the bedroom walls.