Scarleth's flu has her sprawled on the new sofa, Chanel trying her best to nurse her back to health. As she wipes Scarleth's brow, their eyes meet, and the air thickens with unspoken desire. Chanel's touch lingers, tracing Scarleth's collarbone, then her breasts. Scarleth, too weak to resist, lets Chanel undress her, her body arching as Chanel's hands and mouth explore every inch. They grind against each other, Chanel's fingers finding Scarleth's clit, rubbing until she cums hard, her wetness spreading on the sofa. They scissor, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, until they both collapse, spent and satisfied, on their stepmom's new, now dirty, sofa.