Stepsisters Share Cock - Holly Beth And Lydia Black

Stepsisters Holly Beth and Lydia Black never needed much reason to get close. That night they did. Holly started talking first, describing the neighbor across the street—the one who paced his living room in nothing but a towel, muscles flexed, sweat gleaming, always right in front of the window. She’d touched herself while watching him. Twice. Lydia’s mind was already three steps ahead. A flash through the glass. A smirk that said come here. He caught it, dropped the towel, and crossed the street. The door barely shut before Lydia had his cock in her hand and Holly’s tongue sliding up the shaft. They took turns, greedy, until Small Hands bent them both over the couch—Holly first, then Lydia, back and forth—until every muscle in the room locked and shuddered. Legs shaking. Breath ragged. He left with their numbers and a smirk. Next time, he said, just send the text.