Stepsis Shows Me How Much She Cares

Trying to talk about therapy with your stepsister isn't a cakewalk, especially when speech therapy's on the menu and your own words trip you up. But Lexi spots Ralph still struggling with his stutter, chest tight at the thought of chatting up girls he likes. Her fix? Hands-on practice. She slides off her top, tits full and heavy, nipples pierced and ready. Ralph squeezes, thumbs brushing the steel. She hooks a finger under his chin, guides his mouth down till he’s sucking, warm tongue flicking the bars. Down goes her hand, unzipping him and wrapping tight around his cock. Tongue swirling, she sucks him wet and noisy, spit drizzling his balls, no shyness left in the room. When she’s slick and he’s aching she swings a leg over, sinks down, thick shaft parting her cunt inch by inch until he bottoms out. Her pussy’s gushy, obscenely loud every time she drops her hips, juices slicking his lap. Ralph thrusts up on instinct, pounding deep until Lexi’s thighs shake and her moans crack around a filthy “fuck, yes.” She bounces harder, those tits swinging heavy while another rush of warmth floods her channel. Pussy clamping him hard, again and again, every orgasm feeds his growing grin. Sweat glazes her skin as her stepbrother uses her like a fucktoy, bouncing her on the bed until her cunt’s frothy around his base. When he grits his teeth she slips free, kneels, mouth open, tongue out; hot streaks splatter across her tongue and lips, she swallows every pulse with a wicked little smirk that says job done.