Stepdaughters & StepMILF

Stepmom's fingers twist the stepdaughter's nipples, hard little knots under silk. Breasts smashed together, spit sliding between. They pin each other to the mattress, thighs locked, hips grinding so the soaked fabric sticks and pulls. Tongues dive—sloppy, deep, unashamed—while hands slide under waistbands, knuckles pushing inside slick heat. Skin slaps, wet sounds loud. Sweat glistens down their spines, hair clings to cheeks, every breath comes sharp and hungry. Bodies twist, flip, ride. Sheets shred under clenched fists. One fingers the other so fast her toes curl, mouth falling open in a silent scream before the shudder hits. And it doesn't stop—just changes who’s on top, who’s licking, who’s biting a mouthful of skin hard enough to leave a mark.