Mistaken Identity

Gina knows her dad's running late, so she waits. When Brandi shows up, Gina hits her with nonstop questions before the woman can finish a sentence. Brandi keeps trying to grab the supplies. Gina keeps talking over her, thinking she's meeting her new stepmom. Brandi pushes again for the job, but Gina's had enough. She makes it plain: do what she wants or lose the work. Brandi gives in, unbuttons her shirt, lets Gina mouth those full tits. Gina spins her, yanks down the pants, sinks teeth into soft flesh. Gina drops lower, peels the thong aside, buries her tongue between Brandi's cheeks. Brandi stays quiet, stays useful. Now Gina hops onto the counter, legs spread wide. "Clean this pussy," she orders. Brandi leans in, tongue pushing deep. Both of them end up on the cold marble, sixty-nine, faces slick, hips grinding. Brandi drives two fingers into Gina until she shakes and comes hard.