Don't Pull Down Stepbrothers Pants - S20:E2

Rosalyn Sphinx grabs Andi Rose by the wrist, no bullshit tolerated. "He's not the enemy," she hisses. The idea of smoothing things out sounds tame next to what spills from her mouth next: an apology fuck. Three bodies, no script. Andi throws a glance at the guy, shame and heat fighting in her eyes. Rosalyn steps close, shoves her palm against the growing bulge in his shorts—simple proof the conversation is already over. She yanks Andi in, mouths touching, tongues colliding, a slick shared gasp. Andi still bristling, caught between pissed and breathless, finds herself on her knees anyway. Pants open. Cock out. Rosalyn licking the length once, twice, then pushing the tip past Andi's glossy lips till spit runs down her chin. The guy's fingers twist in Andi's hair; Rosalyn shoves two fingers into her from behind, stretches her wet cunt in time with every hungry suck. Andi moans around the shaft, jaw strained, mascara smudged. When the guy finally pins Andi on her stomach and fucks her deep, Rosalyn straddles her face, grinding her drenched slit on Andi's tongue, riding hard until slick spills down her thighs and her curses fill the room. He flips Andi, slides back inside, fucks her raw, hips slapping. Rosalyn licks and kisses every exposed inch—breasts, throat, clit—guiding their mouths together when the guy's near his edge. Come spills across Andi's belly and tits; Rosalyn laps it up like she planned it, drags a slow smear over Andi's bottom lip. The apology is sticky, messy, finished.