
Raul Costa is pacing the floor, counting the minutes until his girl gets home. He’s already hard, one hand working his cock, the other clutching the couch as he pictures her mouth, her tits, the filthy way she’ll ride him tonight. He doesn’t hear the front door. Isabella steps in, freezes for half a second, then smirks. Her stepbrother’s shaft is thick in his fist, tip slick, veins standing out. She drops to her knees without a word, grabs his wrist, and shoves his fingers away. Her tongue drags along the underside, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt he’s already leaking. Raul sucks in a breath, hips jerking. Isabella seals her lips around the head and sinks lower, inch by inch, until her nose brushes his stomach and her throat tightens around him. She swallows, the squeeze brutal and perfect, then pulls back just far enough to breathe before swallowing him again, deeper, meaner. Spit coats his length; it drips down his balls while she works him like she’s been waiting months for this exact moment.
Raul Costa is pacing the floor, counting the minutes until his girl gets home. He’s already hard, one hand working his cock, the other clutching the couch as he pictures her mouth, her tits, the filthy way she’ll ride him tonight. He doesn’t hear the front door. Isabella steps in, freezes for half a second, then smirks. Her stepbrother’s shaft is thick in his fist, tip slick, veins standing out. She drops to her knees without a word, grabs his wrist, and shoves his fingers away. Her tongue drags along the underside, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt he’s already leaking. Raul sucks in a breath, hips jerking. Isabella seals her lips around the head and sinks lower, inch by inch, until her nose brushes his stomach and her throat tightens around him. She swallows, the squeeze brutal and perfect, then pulls back just far enough to breathe before swallowing him again, deeper, meaner. Spit coats his length; it drips down his balls while she works him like she’s been waiting months for this exact moment.