My Preppy Stepsister

Katrina Jade's covered in ink and running hot. Her stepsister Darcie keeps sticking her nose where it doesn't belong, and tonight Katrina's decided to shut her up. Only she's wound so tight she can't decide whether she wants to slap her or fuck her. Darcie's body makes the choice for her. The first kiss lands like a fist. Teeth click. Tongues push. Darcie's hands clamp onto Katrina's hips like she's afraid to let go. Two seconds later she's shoving Katrina down between her thighs, thighs that shake when Katrina's tongue splits slick folds and drags up slow and mean. Darcie grinds, hips working in tight circles, chasing the pressure building under her clit. When she comes she cums loud, thighs clamped around Katrina's head, voice cracking. Doesn't slow her down. The second Darcie can breathe she flips Katrina onto her back and goes straight for her pussy like she's starving. Tongue, fingers, spit-slick lips sealed tight around a swollen clit. She works two knuckles deep while sucking hard, pulling wet, obscene sounds out of Katrina with every drag. They trade off again and again—tongues, teeth, spit, cum—until the sheets are soaked and neither one remembers who started it.