I hesitated on purpose, letting the tension build. "No, Brittany… we shouldn't. It's not appropriate. Your mom's not even home."
She didn't stop. Her hand squeezed my cock tighter, stroking slow and deliberate, like she wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Alex, please," she begged, voice breathy and desperate. "I can't forget how you took me last night… it was my first time, and I need to feel it again."
I leaned back into her, teasing, "But Brittany… what would your mom say if she knew?"
Her breath hitched, but instead of pulling away, she got bolder—hips grinding harder against my back, hand pumping me faster. The thought of Tiffany finding out only made her hornier.
"Alex…" she moaned, pressing her lips to my ear. "I'll let you fuck me from behind… anywhere you want."
Her words hit like a shockwave. Last night I'd taken her tight pussy, and now she was offering her ass? Like mother, like daughter—Tiffany was wild, and Brittany was turning out even filthier.
