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Stepmom's Secretive Threesome
Cosplayin' Stepmom in Unexpected Threesome?
Your stepmom Angelina Moon backs you against the headboard. Her silk robe slides off one shoulder, nipples tight from the chill and the tension in the room. Sherrie Moon—barely three years your senior, still calling Angelina “Mom” even when she’s sliding her tongue up her throat—kneels behind you, small hand already squeezing the base of your cock. “Keep it wet for him,” Angelina murmurs, tilting her sister-wife’s chin toward your lap. Sherrie obeys with a wet, noisy slurp, lips stretching, throat fluttering. Angelina watches, one manicured finger rolling slow circles around your balls, the other sinking knuckle-deep into her own cunt. When you twitch and buck, Sherrie giggles around the head of your cock, spit drooling down your shaft. Angelina leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t you dare come,” she whispers. Sherrie’s eyes flick up, wicked and shining, cheeks hollowing with every hungry pull. The scent of both women—sweat, vanilla lotion, slick—hangs thick. Angelina drags two soaked fingers from her folds and paints them across your lips. “Taste what you do to us.” Sherrie moans around you at the sight, hand never slowing, milking, teasing, daring you to break the rule. Angelina kisses your jaw. “Good boy. Just a little longer.”
Your stepmom Angelina Moon backs you against the headboard. Her silk robe slides off one shoulder, nipples tight from the chill and the tension in the room. Sherrie Moon—barely three years your senior, still calling Angelina “Mom” even when she’s sliding her tongue up her throat—kneels behind you, small hand already squeezing the base of your cock. “Keep it wet for him,” Angelina murmurs, tilting her sister-wife’s chin toward your lap. Sherrie obeys with a wet, noisy slurp, lips stretching, throat fluttering. Angelina watches, one manicured finger rolling slow circles around your balls, the other sinking knuckle-deep into her own cunt. When you twitch and buck, Sherrie giggles around the head of your cock, spit drooling down your shaft. Angelina leans in, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t you dare come,” she whispers. Sherrie’s eyes flick up, wicked and shining, cheeks hollowing with every hungry pull. The scent of both women—sweat, vanilla lotion, slick—hangs thick. Angelina drags two soaked fingers from her folds and paints them across your lips. “Taste what you do to us.” Sherrie moans around you at the sight, hand never slowing, milking, teasing, daring you to break the rule. Angelina kisses your jaw. “Good boy. Just a little longer.”