Mom-Daughter Massage Swap: Part 1

Mercedes Carrera and Moka Mora strut into this swanky massage parlor, bags swinging from a wild shopping spree, totally clueless about the surprise their guys cooked up. Mercedes' hubby Domenic Kane and Moka's boyfriend Lucas Frost? Yeah, they've got something naughty planned. The hostess greets them with a sly grin, laying out the rules: head to your rooms, strip buck naked, and flop face-down on the table. Moka hustles up to hers, drops her clothes in a heap, and stretches out just like she was told—head poking out the far end from the door. Domenic pushes in, eyes on the prize, but holy shit, no clue it's his stepdaughter bare-assed on that table. He pauses, drinking in her curves like a man starved, even bends low for a peek at that sweet pussy. Hands slick with oil, he digs into her legs, sliding up those thighs slow and teasing. He flips the towel aside, kneading her ass like it's his personal playground, not skipping a single damn inch. Then he dives in, fingers toying with her pussy—Moka lets out this tiny, breathy yelp that barely hits the air. He ramps it up, fingering her deep, and she squirms into it at first, loving the thrill. But bam, she bolts up, snapping that he needs to quit it, this shit's way too inappropriate. One look at his face? It's Domenic, not Lucas. Her jaw drops—eyes bugging out in pure shock. Domenic's reeling too, staring down at his stepdaughter instead of his wife, brain short-circuiting on the spot. Moka flips her lid, ranting about how he just married into the family and this awkward bomb's about to blow everything sky-high. But Domenic? He's no fool—he caught her moaning, knows she's just putting up a front, playing coy like a pro. With a cocky smirk, he asks if she wants him to finish her off. Hell yeah, she jumps at it, grinning like the cat that got the cream.