Amiee Cambridge Step Family Stuck - New Formula

Johnny sits at the table, pen in hand, eyes scanning Leroy's will. "What the fuck is MILF Glue?" he mutters. Kira and her sisters smirk. "That's where the real cash came from, little brother." Luke yanks Cory, Melanie, and Amiee forward. He squeezes a thick line of the clear stuff across their palms and slams their hands down. The three women yelp, then laugh as their hands refuse to budge. Their lingerie catches the overhead light—Cory's black lace, Melanie's crimson set, Amiee's nude beige. They test their wrists; stuck fast. Kira peels her red blazer off, letting it drop. She drops to her knees between Johnny's legs, slides his cock into her warm mouth, then wraps one free hand around the shaft while she bobs. Saliva glistens on her chin. She climbs onto the table, spreads for him. Johnny drives straight in, missionary, hips slapping while the trapped MILFs watch. Kira rolls onto all fours and he keeps pounding, the smack of skin echoing between her cheeks. She sucks him clean again, tongue swirling over the head. That's when Luke steps back in. "Leroy left a note—next batch works on step-sisters and step-daughters too." His stare lands on Kira, who's still glistening, ass up. "He wrote her name on it."