Cool Step Sister

Alex hauls his boys into the apartment acting all smooth, like he just found a new toy worth bragging about. Victoria’s stretched out on the couch with that wicked grin that screams trouble. "This ‘cool’ step sister," he jokes, tipping his thumb, "got any rumors I should know about before I bail." She licks her lips and answers by getting on her knees like it’s a race. Four fly unzips, four heavy dicks nodding at eye level. She dives in fast, tongue slapping the first shaft while her hand pumps another, lips stretch, eyes water, saliva drips down her chin on every sloppy thrust down her throat. When she gargles one to the root, her cheeks hollow, and spit strings stretch from cock to swollen tongue while the others twitch in her fists. Soon two more slide between her spread lips so she’s stuffed raw, nostrils flaring, tears tracking black mascara down her face, but she doesn’t ease up, pushing farther until her nose bumps a stomach. She swirls it, moans around it like it’s candy, and someone growls when she twists her wrist on the sack. Pulses race through every shaft and the first hot rope lands thick across her cheek, fat white splatter stripes her forehead next, another blasts over her tongue and spills from the corner of her mouth, the finale coats the bridge of her nose until she’s blinking, face a dripping, shiny, glazed mess. She tilts her chin up grinning, a rope still dangling from her lip as she gives the room a two-finger salute like she just won the damn game.