Violet Voss and Amiee Cambridge in Cheat Step Moms - Parts 3-4

Cory stretches across her bed in that tiny green bikini, and the door opens. Violet steps inside like she’s carrying something heavy. ‘Can I talk to you?’ she asks. ‘Sure, sit down,’ Cory says. They sink onto the mattress together, knees touching, and Violet’s confession comes out low and hot: she hasn’t been fucked in weeks. Cory’s smile is quick and sharp. ‘I bet I can get Luke for you.’ Before either of them can say another word, Amiee bursts through the door giggling. ‘Sorry—’ Cory cuts her off: ‘You’re not. The more tongues, the wetter.’ Amiee shuts the door and climbs onto the bed. The three women meet in the middle, mouths hungry, lipstick smearing. Cory peels her top down; the fabric clings to her stomach, tits spilling free. Amiee and Violet lean in at the same time, sucking each nipple hard enough to make her back arch. Their hands strip the bikini bottoms next, and Cory spreads wider while Violet buries her face between her thighs, licking deep. ‘Fuck, you taste so good,’ Violet moans into soaked skin. Amiee keeps her mouth busy, teeth grazing Cory’s nipple. Soon they’re all naked. Amiee lies flat on her back, and Violet straddles her face, grinding so hard the headboard rocks. Meanwhile Cory drops to her stomach between Amiee’s open thighs, tongue lapping and flicking until Amiee’s hips jerk. The three shift like waves. Violet stretches out on her back, legs spread, and Cory feasts on her pussy while Amiee dives between Cory’s legs for a greedy 69 that leaves all three gasping. Cory takes the middle spot missionary-style, thighs open; Amiee stays at her pussy, and Violet returns to bite and suck the hard, wet nipples. ‘Time to bring Luke in?’ Violet breathes. Cory screams my name so loud the walls shake. I crash through the door and freeze: three naked step-moms staring at me with wet mouths and wetter cunts. ‘Get over here, baby,’ Cory orders. They swarm my cock the second it’s out—heavy tongues, quick strokes, three throats fighting for turns. Spit coats my balls. ‘Can Violet ride first?’ I ask. Her eyes light. She straddles me, sinks down fast, and the wet slap of her ass is deafening. Her tits bounce, nipples red, and she creams fast—‘I’m cumming on your cock!’—squeezing every inch. Amiee shoves her off, climbs aboard next, pussy already pulsing. She rides reverse, making me watch her ass ripple. Cory grabs Amiee’s hair and mouths, ‘Remember, you can’t tell your father.’ Then it’s her turn. Cory rides backward, gripping my thighs so tight her knuckles whiten, moaning like it’s been forever. I get them in a neat line, missionary, and I plunge from one creamy pussy to the next, three pairs of legs shaking. They flip for doggy, asses presented, backs arched low. I fuck Violet deep while Amiee crawls underneath so Violet can lick her drenched cunt; the chain makes Violet clench so hard I almost blow. When my balls ache I flip her onto her back, spread her legs, and slam in. Cory and Amiee lie beside us, fingering their own swollen clits, both chanting, ‘Fill her up.’ I pound Violet until everything tightens and I explode—hot, thick creampie that pumps and drips right out of her while the others watch, moaning, stroking faster. Amiee’s shaky laugh cuts through: ‘Fuck, look at all that cum.’ Violet’s flushed face tilts up. ‘Thank you… I feel alive again.’