
Lady Dee tags along to the soccer game with her stepbrother Matt Bird. He's got that shit-eating grin, snapping pictures of her the whole match like he's got something cooking. Smart move actually. Later he holds those pics over her head and trades up: first he borrows her car, then he calls in the real favor—he wants head, right there. She drops to her knees, working him with her mouth, but Matt can't leave it alone. Mid-blow he changes the terms, tells her he'd rather fuck her instead. Cocky bastard.
Lady Dee tags along to the soccer game with her stepbrother Matt Bird. He's got that shit-eating grin, snapping pictures of her the whole match like he's got something cooking. Smart move actually. Later he holds those pics over her head and trades up: first he borrows her car, then he calls in the real favor—he wants head, right there. She drops to her knees, working him with her mouth, but Matt can't leave it alone. Mid-blow he changes the terms, tells her he'd rather fuck her instead. Cocky bastard.