My Immature StepBrother - S16:E10

Rachel Rivers has had enough. Her stepbrother keeps whining to her about his laundry, about dinner, about every little thing like she’s his personal house mom. She laughs once, short and sharp, then tells Lola they’re gonna fix it tonight. They corner him in the basement. Rachel yanks his belt open like she owns it, Lola on her knees already dragging his pants down. His cock springs out heavy and hard, the stupid shocked look still on his face when Rachel shoves him onto the couch. Lola takes him first, throat stretching around every inch, eyes watering, spit running down his shaft while Rachel holds her head and pushes harder. The wet, sloppy sounds fill the room. He groans, hips jerking, but Rachel’s already climbing over him, straddling his chest, short skirt hiked up so her pussy hovers an inch from his mouth. "Eat it," she orders, voice low. He does. Tongue sliding hot between her folds while Lola swallows him to the root. Rachel rocks against his face, grinding down until his nose is buried and her slick smears his chin. She reaches back, grips Lola’s hair again, yanks her off so she can sink down onto that spit-slick cock herself. She’s tight. Really fucking tight. She takes him all at once anyway, jaw clenched, breath hissing out. The stretch burns sweet. Lola crawls beside them, fingers working her own clit fast while she sucks one of Rachel’s tits through her thin shirt. Rachel rides hard, ass slapping his thighs, cunt clenching every time she drops. She leans forward so Lola can lick where they’re joined, tongue flicking his balls then sliding up over her stretched lips. Lola switches, wants her turn. She straddles him reverse, lets Rachel guide his cock into her soaked pussy while Rachel sits on his face again. Lola bounces faster, smaller frame rocking with every thrust, gasping and cursing while Rachel rides his tongue raw. Their hands wander, grabbing tits, pinching nipples, shoving fingers into each other’s mouths mid-moan. Rachel flips again. She’s on all fours now, ass up. Lola behind her, fingers in her cunt, tongue on her clit. He lines up behind Lola and slams in. The force pushes Lola’s mouth harder against Rachel’s pussy. Every thrust knocks them forward. Lola moans into Rachel, the sound vibrating up through her. Rachel comes first, shaking, thighs quivering around Lola’s face. She keeps licking anyway, greedy, until Lola shudders too, cunt pulsing around him. He finally lets go, pulls out, strokes twice. Cum paints Lola’s lower back and Rachel’s ass in thick ropes. They stay tangled a second, breathing hard, the basement quiet except for the dripping sounds and the faint hum of the dryer. Rachel looks down at him, wrecked on the couch. "Laundry’s your problem now," she says. "And we’re done playing mom."