Call Your Boyfriend!

Juan can’t quit his stepsister. Isa Bella is too damn fine to let slide. He hits her up, wanting a hand out. She looks at him sideways, not biting. Right when Juan’s ready to walk away the phone rings—it’s her boyfriend. Suddenly her attitude flips like a switch. She drops to her knees, yanks Juan’s cock out, and slides him straight into her warm, wet mouth while cooing into the receiver. Her tongue makes messy circles around the head. Spit rolls down his balls while she swallows him deeper each bob, still talking sweet to her man. Juan’s hips twitch. He tries to keep quiet, but Isa’s throat feels like a furnace. He unloads fast, hips jerking, flooding her mouth till cum dribbles down her chin. She licks it off her fingers with a filthy grin. Hours later Juan’s still humming with it. Isa is face-down on her phone scrolling when he tries his luck again. Begging for that tight little slot of hers. She bats him away until he swipes the phone and punches in her boyfriend’s name. Isa’s voice turns syrupy the second it connects. "Baby, I’m touching myself," she lies, wicked eyes locked on Juan. She waves two fingers down her soaked pussy and starts describing everything her man wants. Juan takes the cue—tongues her from behind the second her lips form the words "lick my clit." She gasps right into the receiver while his nose grinds against her ass and two thick fingers work inside her. The heat snapping between them heats up fast. Isa rocks back onto his mouth, whispering kinky shit she knows her boyfriend gets off on. She mouths to Juan: "Put it in." He rises, lines up, and drives to the hilt. She bites her lip, voice shaking. The deeper he pounds, the harder it becomes to fake a normal call. Every sloppy thrust leaks more pleasure into her tone until Isa can’t hold it together anymore. One muttered goodbye and she kills the line. From then on they fuck with no brakes. Isa climbs onto all fours, then backs it up harder so Juan can stretch her wide. She sinks onto him, rides like a piston until another orgasm shudders down her spine. His cock coated slicker each time she creams, clit grinding his pelvis in tight circles. He spins her, she catches a glimpse of his shaft glazed in her shine, then drops down again to throat it clean, spit-shiny, eyes watering. By the third time she comes on him, her glasses are fogged, tits bouncing and she’s babbling nonsense between moans. Juan pulls out, fists himself once, twice, and paints her pretty face white, thick ropes splattering lenses and cheeks. A streak catches on her lower lip—she licks it, tastes both of them at once. Door opens. Juan’s stepmom catches them mid-bust.