Caught In My Stepaunt's Perverted Twist

Ethan's cock kicked against his zipper the second she told him to snap those shower shots of Chloe. Nervous as hell, yeah, but his dick had its own fucking plan. The first few frames came out crisp—water coursing down tan tits, nipples stiff under the spray. Then the laundry basket caught his eye. He snagged a pair of her worn panties, buried his face, and chased the smell of her cunt until a single tap on his shoulder iced him cold. Chloe. Still naked, still dripping. "I saw you, creep." Her voice cut like glass, but her nipples told a filthier story. Ethan started bartering—money, the car, anything. She shoved him backward instead, climbed onto his face, and ground her soaked slit across his mouth. "Lick," she ordered. He obeyed, tongue working circles on her swollen clit while she rode his face like she wanted to drown him. His dick was leaking by the time she swung down and swallowed it whole. She sucked slow, gagged greedy, made spit drip down his balls. That did it; she spun, slammed her pussy onto every thick inch, and fucked herself ragged. Each wet slap echoed. She came shaking, fingers clawing his chest, juice running down his shaft. She flipped fast. Ass up, face in the pillow. He hammered her from behind, balls slapping, hips bruising, and her second orgasm ripped through her screaming. When she finally begged for his load, he pulled out and painted her face and tits—thick ropes splattered across lipstick, streaks rolling between her tits like he’d claimed every inch of her.