No Harder Feelings

Jennifer's hand slipped beneath Scarlett's top, fondling her big bazookas. "So soft and pliable," she whispered.

Scarlett implored, "Please, let me go. Millie, tell Mommy Jennifer to stop."

Millie had already peeled down Scarlett's jeans, leaving her with a clear view of Scarlett's milfy vagina.

Jennifer retorted, "She won't say a word. Your pussy seems to have cast a spell on her."

Scarlett couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, my pussy."

As Jennifer's hands explored Scarlett's bare breasts, Scarlett's moans grew louder. "Jenn... please... Mmm..."

Her moans intensified as Millie's lips pressed against Scarlett's intimate folds. Millie kissed them tenderly while her tongue ventured inside.

Scarlett's moans grew more pronounced, escaping her lips in a series of pleasured sounds. She managed to voice her desire to pause, saying, "Mmmphhh... ahhh... Baby... stop... this is... so... ummm."

Jennifer, her hands working deftly, pulled Scarlett's top upward, freeing her ample bosom, complete with erect, sensitive nipples. Jennifer couldn't help but notice Scarlett's heightened state of arousal, and she teasingly remarked, "Someone is feeling rather horny."

Scarlett, trying to maintain her composure, denied the obvious, stating, "No, I am not."

Jennifer stepped away from the bed, leaving Scarlett to regain her composure.

Jennifer then addressed Millie, who had been so engrossed in sucking her mother's vagina, "Millie, leave your Mom alone."

Jennifer, with careful consideration, placed her hands on Millie's shoulders, applying just enough pressure to coax her away from Scarlett's vagina. Millie's lips, still wet from their passionate encounter, parted reluctantly from Scarlett's sensitive flesh.

Millie looked at Jennifer, disappointed, "Mommy!"

Jennifer, like a strict mother, ordered, "Let your Mom go."

Scarlett remained seated, her naked form a testament to her heightened arousal, making it difficult to tear herself away.

Jennifer's voice, a sultry command, directed Millie, "Come here."

Jennifer acted with a sense of urgency. She leaned in, capturing Millie's soft lips with her own, the initial press of their mouths electric and charged with a growing hunger. Millie, petite and yielding, responded with equal fervor, her arms wrapping around Jennifer's neck as she was effortlessly lifted into Jennifer's embrace.

Jennifer's hands roamed, tracing Millie's back and sending shivers down her spine. Millie's fingers found solace in Jennifer's hair, gently tugging as their mouths moved hungrily against one another.

Caught in the intense atmosphere of desire that Jennifer and Millie had ignited, Scarlett found herself unable to resist temptation. Her eyes were locked on the passionate scene unfolding before her, unable to look away.

As her breath quickened, Scarlett's hand began to move of its own accord, sliding down her own body. Her fingers, trembling with anticipation, traced a slow path towards her swollen clit.

Jennifer gazed at Scarlett with a hunger that mirrored her own desires. Sensing Scarlett's lingering presence, she urged, "Scarlett, why are you still here?"

Jennifer's robe slipped from her shoulders, revealing her naked body to Scarlett's hungry gaze. The temptation was palpable, and Scarlett couldn't look away. Jennifer's desire grew evident as she ripped Hermione's dress from Millie's body, leaving the young daughter clad only in her yellow bra and panties.

Jennifer guided Millie to a submissive position, ensuring that their eyes were level with her inviting bush. Her seductive voice encouraged, "Baby, lose yourself in this lush jungle."

Millie, consumed by desire, eagerly obliged, latching onto Jennifer's bushy vagina with an insatiable hunger.

The dark, wavy curls cascaded in a wild and untamed manner, forming a seductive curtain that concealed and revealed in equal measure.

As Millie's eager tongue explored this bushy sanctuary, she encountered the velvety softness of Jennifer's skin beneath. The interplay between the silky strands of pubic hair and the wet heat of desire beneath created a tantalizing texture.

Her talented tongue danced over Jennifer's folds while her fingers rubbing her clit.

Jennifer's moans filled the room, a tantalizing mix of ecstasy and mockery aimed at Scarlett. Her words dripped with desire as she taunted, "Oh, baby, you're so skilled... It feels absolutely incredible right now... I'm delighted you're my daughter."

Scarlett, a cocktail of desire and jealousy, could no longer resist. She stepped forward, determined to reclaim Millie. In a bold move, she pulled Millie away from Jennifer's intoxicating embrace, proclaiming, "Give my daughter back to me."

Millie's disappointment was palpable as she protested, "Mom!"

With Millie safely in her arms, Scarlett swiftly exited the room, locking the door behind her. Jennifer's strategic maneuver had backfired, leaving her trapped and yearning on the other side.

What should she do?

Jennifer stood there, twisting her pussy's hair while thinking, speaking to herself, "Oh, that milf was hornier than I thought. She would fuck the hell out of that little girl, but my revenge won't be complete, until that milf is defeated, fucked like a cheap whore."

Jennifer desperately pounded her shoulder against the unyielding door, to no avail. Frustration growing, she then resorted to slamming her bare breasts against it, eliciting a painful cry of "Ow."

Jennifer found herself in an unprecedented predicament. However, a glimmer of hope flickered as she recollected a secret: she always kept a small bead hidden within her fat ass.

Jennifer resorted to inserting her fingers into her rear, emitting a mixture of discomfort and arousal as she retrieved a shiny red bead. "Aaaaoooo, still so tight after so many anals."

With a grin, she playfully licked the bead like a lollipop, her thoughts wandering to improbable desires. "Mmm, I wish I could eat my own ass, some day. But God, that's impossible."

Jennifer then strategically placed the bead on the door handle and applied pressure, causing it to glow ominously. In a calculated move, she retreated, observing as the bead exploded, producing a small but potent blast that shattered the handle and, at last, granted her freedom.

Jennifer couldn't help but smirk, her muttering filled with a touch of humor and relief, "Perhaps I should reconsider storing such hazardous items in my tushie."