Cory strolled into her step-daughter’s bedroom wearing a scrap of light-blue lace. She kissed Emma once, then tugged her bra down so her soft tits spilled free. “Happy birthday for your step-dad,” she murmured, tongue already circling a stiff nipple. Emma moaned, low and easy, and returned the favor—lips sealing around Cory’s larger breasts, sucking until they shone. Cory dropped onto her back, spread wide; Emma’s mouth found her pussy, wet and eager. “Right there,” Cory breathed. When Emma lay back, Cory buried her face between those smooth thighs, licking until Emma’s hips bucked. She flipped Cory to doggy, palm cracking across her ass. “You’re filthy, Mom,” she laughed, tongue pushing back inside. Cory came with a shaky sigh, thighs quivering around Emma’s jaw.
In the laundry room I found Emma naked, back against the dryer, laundry basket forgotten. “I’m your gift,” she announced, already kneeling. My shorts hit the tile and she swallowed me whole, then slid my cock between her heavy tits, squeezing tight. She climbed onto the bench, legs open. I sank into her slick heat, every thrust sending those tits bouncing. Minutes later she braced on the folding table, ass up; I took her from behind until her moans echoed off the machines.
Upstairs, my wife warned me she had something special planned, then stepped into the shower. As soon as the water hissed, Emma slipped in wearing nothing but a towel that she let drop. She crawled onto the bed, sank straight onto my cock, riding hard, natural breasts swinging. I heard the shower cut off, yet she kept grinding until the door opened. Cory’s eyes went wide. “What the hell?”
Before I could speak she smiled, sly. “Surprise—it’s my present to you. Emma begged to be bred.” Cory stripped, licked me clean, then mounted in one smooth glide. Emma watched, hand between her thighs, then bent over to suck her step-mom’s nipples while I fucked her. When Emma climbed back on, Cory dropped lower, tongue circling where our bodies met. Emma spun to doggy, licking Cory’s pussy as I drove into her from behind. Each slap of skin grew louder, faster, until my cock swelled and I flooded her, pulse after pulse, her walls milking every drop.
Cory strolled into her step-daughter’s bedroom wearing a scrap of light-blue lace. She kissed Emma once, then tugged her bra down so her soft tits spilled free. “Happy birthday for your step-dad,” she murmured, tongue already circling a stiff nipple. Emma moaned, low and easy, and returned the favor—lips sealing around Cory’s larger breasts, sucking until they shone. Cory dropped onto her back, spread wide; Emma’s mouth found her pussy, wet and eager. “Right there,” Cory breathed. When Emma lay back, Cory buried her face between those smooth thighs, licking until Emma’s hips bucked. She flipped Cory to doggy, palm cracking across her ass. “You’re filthy, Mom,” she laughed, tongue pushing back inside. Cory came with a shaky sigh, thighs quivering around Emma’s jaw.
In the laundry room I found Emma naked, back against the dryer, laundry basket forgotten. “I’m your gift,” she announced, already kneeling. My shorts hit the tile and she swallowed me whole, then slid my cock between her heavy tits, squeezing tight. She climbed onto the bench, legs open. I sank into her slick heat, every thrust sending those tits bouncing. Minutes later she braced on the folding table, ass up; I took her from behind until her moans echoed off the machines.
Upstairs, my wife warned me she had something special planned, then stepped into the shower. As soon as the water hissed, Emma slipped in wearing nothing but a towel that she let drop. She crawled onto the bed, sank straight onto my cock, riding hard, natural breasts swinging. I heard the shower cut off, yet she kept grinding until the door opened. Cory’s eyes went wide. “What the hell?”
Before I could speak she smiled, sly. “Surprise—it’s my present to you. Emma begged to be bred.” Cory stripped, licked me clean, then mounted in one smooth glide. Emma watched, hand between her thighs, then bent over to suck her step-mom’s nipples while I fucked her. When Emma climbed back on, Cory dropped lower, tongue circling where our bodies met. Emma spun to doggy, licking Cory’s pussy as I drove into her from behind. Each slap of skin grew louder, faster, until my cock swelled and I flooded her, pulse after pulse, her walls milking every drop.
