Amiee Cambridge in Step Mom Knows Best Vol 1 (Parts 4)

Cory Chase struts down the hall in that tiny schoolgirl outfit. Amiee Cambridge trails behind in leopard-print lingerie, both still stinking of the club and sweat. Amiee’s furious—no guy took her tonight, and she spits the words out like they taste bad. They duck into the walk-in closet. Amiee drops flat on the floor; Cory dives straight in, tongue working hard. Her pigtails swing; Amiee grabs both handfuls and yanks them in time with each sloppy lick. Cory stands, spins, lowers her soaked pussy straight onto Amiee’s mouth. The smother’s rough and immediate—Amiee’s nose and tongue disappear, cheeks mashed flat. When Cory shudders and soaks Amiee’s chin, they flip fast. Legs locked, hips grinding. They’re panting, slipping, hot and slick on the floor. Still unsatisfied, they crawl out hand-in-hand to the big bed. Cory’s loud, needy voice cuts down the hall: "Luke! Get in here and fuck us—we need that cock now!"