Handsy Daughter, Scene #01
In the sultry confines of her bedroom, Bailey Brooke is on a mission, eagerly calling out for her stepmom, the stunning Cory Chase. Cory, absorbed in her book, playfully ignores her stepdaughter's calls, hoping for a moment's peace. But Bailey isn't one to be dismissed so easily. Bursting into Cory's room, she pounces onto the bed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. What could be so urgent? Cory, with a mix of amusement and exasperation, puts down her book. Bailey, barely able to contain herself, points to her chest, proudly showcasing her new assets. Cory squints, not quite grasping the significance. Bailey grins, declaring that her curves have blossomed, even suggesting they might outshine Cory's own voluptuous figure! Cory, ever the confident MILF, scoffs playfully. After all, her enhancements were a gift from Bailey's own father—surely, they can't be outdone! The room crackles with a sudden, electric energy as Bailey, bold as ever, reaches for Cory's shirt. Cory, caught off guard, finds herself in a playful tug-of-war. Before she knows it, her shirt is off, and the two are locked in a spirited comparison. Bailey insists her curves are superior, her excitement infectious. But Cory isn't convinced—not yet. The competition heats up as Bailey flaunts her assets, urging Cory to do the same. Cory, initially reluctant, finds herself drawn into the playful rivalry. As they compare, Bailey's curiosity pushes boundaries, her hands exploring, her eyes hungry for more. Cory, caught between resistance and desire, feels a spark she can't deny. As Bailey's touch turns intimate, Cory's breath hitches. This is uncharted territory, a dance of temptation and taboo. Cory pulls back, her voice a whisper, "We shouldn't be doing this." But Bailey, driven by a newfound hunger, pushes on, her touch igniting a fire within Cory that she can't—won't—extinguish. The room fills with soft moans and whispered pleas, the line between stepmother and stepdaughter blurring into a dance of desire and discovery. By the time Bailey's lips find their mark, Cory is lost in a world of pleasure, her resistance melting away. This isn't just a competition anymore—it's a performance of passion, a symphony of sensuality that neither can resist.
