Step-Son Wants Step-Mom's Opinion

Liv’s on her knees in Gustavo’s room, already in full slut mode. She’s wearing nothing but a sheer black robe hanging open, tits out, while she spits on his dick and drags her tongue slow up his shaft like she’s been starving for it. He’s leaning back against the dresser, shorts down to his ankles, and Liv works his cock like it owes her money—wet gluck-gluck sounds filling the room, strings of spit dangling off her chin. She gags just right, takes him deeper, cheeks hollowed out, mascara already smearing at the corners. Gustavo’s hand’s on the back of her head like he owns the place, feeding her more when she pauses to swallow. Little grunts come out of his chest every time she hits the bottom, his balls pressed warm against her chin. She’s getting nasty with it. Drooling all down his thigh, pulling back to lick his balls real sloppy, then diving right back in without catching her breath. Her robe’s slipping off one shoulder, tits bouncing every time she takes him to the back of her throat. She moans around him like she lives for this shit. Outside in the hall someone yells something about the party but Liv just laughs with his cock stuffed halfway down her throat, mascara running, lips shiny with spit. She gives him the whole treatment—fast little strokes, then slow and deep, teasing his tip with her tongue before slamming her face down again. Her hand’s stroking the slick part she can’t swallow, wrist twisting. He’s breathing like he ran up the stairs, getting close. She knows it, speeds up, hollows those cheeks till it hurts, eyes watering as she dares him to bust before the party even starts.