H-Hey, Th-That Tickles...!

Saturday morning, sun pouring through the blinds, and Lexi Luna strolls into her stepdaughter’s room like she owns the place. Eliza Ibarra’s still buried under the covers. Lexi yanks them back with a grin. “Up you get,” she says. Eliza groans, refuses to budge, so Lexi zeroes in on her ribs. Fingers fly, and Eliza twists, shrieks, toes curling tight, tee riding high and flashing that soft strip of belly. The laughter turns breathy fast. Lexi clocks the soaked crotch of those panties and stops cold. Eliza’s face goes red. First time anything like this has happened. Lexi’s voice drops, gentle. She explains how it’s all normal, how some girls just let go like that. Then she offers lessons. Eliza’s nod is quick, eager. Lexi climbs onto the mattress, shirt already slipping off, big tits swaying as she leans in. She kisses Eliza, cups her, fingers working slick and steady until the bed’s a mess and both of them are panting through another wet release.