The Easter Swap - S5:E1

Caitlin Bell's heavy tits bounce in the hallway, nipples already tight. Scarlet's small hand squeezes her fingers and they both freeze. "Door's open," the older woman says. They slip inside wearing nothing but pastel-colored thongs and that Easter basket between them. My brother sits at the desk, half-turned, eyes flicking up. "We need in," Caitlin tells him flat, stepping closer so those big breasts brush his forearm. Scarlet climbs onto his lap without asking. Her thighs spread, pressing heat right where his zipper strains. He tries to keep typing, one hand already sliding up her ass. Caitlin bends, takes my wrist, drags my palm straight to the weight of her chest. "Feel how ready we are for spring," she whispers. Scarlet’s fingers undo my brother’s belt; his cock springs free and she wraps both hands around it, small fingers barely meeting. I taste salt before I even drop my mouth—her other hand has already fished me out. The wet sounds start fast. Caitlin pulls her thong to the side and sinks down on my lap so fast I grunt. She rides hard, tits slapping my face, the slap and suck of her cunt loud in the quiet room. Scarlet bends at the waist, ass pointed at my brother, lets him spread her tiny cheeks and push inside. She moans open-mouthed around my cock while he pumps, his hands gripping her narrow hips like he might break her. Caitlin leans over, tongue finding Scarlet’s, spit slick between them. She squeezes down on me until my vision tunnels. My brother finishes first, hips jerking, cum spilling down Scarlet’s thigh. Caitlin drags Scarlet back, pushes the girl onto her knees between us, uses her tongue to clean what’s left. I nut across Caitlin’s tongue next; she swallows without breaking eye contact. Then she stands, thong still askew, and grabs the basket. "Easter, gentlemen," she says. "We’re in."