Lesbian seduction in the kitchen: Almost discovered by our stepmother

In the heart of our cozy kitchen, my partner and I were indulging in some steamy lesbian action. The scent of freshly baked cookies was in the air, adding a tantalizing aroma to our illicit rendezvous. Our stepmother, a strict woman with a stern look, was in the next room, oblivious to our secret. We were so immersed in our passion that we nearly forgot about her.Suddenly, a loud creak echoed through the house, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching our hidden love nest. My heart pounded as I feared our stepmother had discovered us. Her footsteps stopped right outside the door, leaving us in a tense standstill. Fortunately, she moved on, unaware of our intimate encounter.Our hearts racing, we resumed our passionate lesbian tryst. I lay on the cool kitchen floor, spreading my legs as my partner eagerly dived in, her tongue exploring the depths of my desire. The taste of my sweet nectar was intoxicating, fueling our lust even further. The pleasure was intense, leaving us both breathless and satisfied. Only in our stepmother's house, in the heart of the kitchen, could such a risky and erotic encounter take place.