Tricking My New Step-Mom

Goldie Glock's stomping up to the door, fuming about this new step-mom situation. Marie McCray's basically her age, which screams gold-digger to Goldie—gotta be after her dad's wallet. But bam, dad's on the phone right as she arrives: dinner's delayed, handle the intro solo. She knocks, and Marie flings the door open, grinning like she's expecting the pizza guy. Except she thinks Goldie's the masseuse she booked. Goldie's brain short-circuits for a sec, then lights up—jackpot. Time to snoop undercover. How tough can rubbing backs be? Inside, Marie strips down and sprawls on her fancy massage table, all trusting and chill. Goldie snags the oil, starts kneading those shoulders like a pro—okay, fake pro. Marie melts into it quick, sighing deep. Goldie dives in with the questions, probing hard: What's the deal with marrying my dad so fast? You after his cash? But Marie's all sugar, no venom. She chatters about nerves over meeting her stepdaughter later, fingers crossed the kid likes her. Damn, she's playing innocent like a champ. Goldie's stumped—can't push without blowing her cover. So she switches gears, cranking up the heat. Hands slide lower, teasing edges, building that fire. Marie's breathing hitches, but she's hooked. Goldie dangles the happy ending bait: standard add-on, babe, trust me. Marie flushes red, hesitates, then nods—why not? Game on. Goldie dives between those thighs, tongue working Marie's pussy like it's her personal playground. She laps and sucks, fingers plunging deep, sending Marie arching and moaning, thighs quaking with raw need. Marie's lost in it, grabbing fistfuls of hair, bucking wild. Feeling the rush, she flips the script—yanks Goldie close, returns the favor with eager licks and rubs that have Goldie biting her lip to stay quiet. Secret thrill? Marie's got zero clue she's tongue-fencing with her own stepdaughter. Goldie's grinning inside—spill the truth yet? Nah, let's stretch this naughty ride a bit longer.