Making Memories

Angel swings that sweet Latina ass around the kitchen in nothing but panties, teasing him with every move. She drops to her knees like it's her idea, not his. Before he can finish unzipping she already has him halfway down her throat, lips stretched wide around Rion's thick dick, gagging just enough to let him hear it. Saliva runs down his shaft and she licks it right back up, eyes locked on his with that cocky little grin around his crown. She works both hands in rhythm—twisting and stroking between slurps—bubbly moans vibrating around him like she's the one getting off on it. When she's finally pulling back to gasp, a long wet strand stretches from her bottom lip to his twitching head. She licks it, smiles, and dives in deeper, throat opening for more. You can hear her swallow, feel the spit drip off her chin. Even when she pulls free for air, her tongue never leaves his skin. Rion reaches for a handful of hair and she doesn’t stop him; lets him fuck her face nice and steady while she glares up, daring him to go harder. Every sloppy pop as he pulls out makes the kitchen echo. Every time he pushes in she moans louder like she loves it. Spit beads on her little tits, mascara starting to run, and she keeps going—hungry, quick, unashamed—like the taste of her stepbrother’s cock just turned her lunch break into private dirty business.