Mistaken Identity

Gina is in the kitchen when the doorbell rings. She hurries to answer, knowing it's her new stepmother, Brandi, dropping by. Brandi tries to explain that she's here to clean the house before Gina's dad gets home late, but Gina barrels through her, hugging her tight and firing off question after question. The mix-up never clears. Gina beams, convinced she's just welcomed her stepmom. When Brandi reaches for the mop, Gina grabs her wrist, pulling her toward the couch. Every time Brandi tries to get back to work, Gina steps in her way again and again, insisting they sit, chat, connect. She grows tired of polite refusals and finally snaps the offer: do what she wants or leave the job behind. The truth cuts through, but the bills loom. Brandi keeps her mouth shut and nods. Gina peels off her tank, takes one of Brandi's full breasts in her mouth, teeth scraping the nipple before sucking it harder. She spins Brandi around, yanks her yoga pants down, and bites into the round swell of her ass, leaving red half-moons. Brandi shivers but stays put. Gina drags her tongue along each cheek, hooks her thumbs in the panties, and tugs them aside so she can bury her face and lap straight at her cunt from behind. Wanting her turn, Gina hops onto the counter and spreads wide, ordering Brandi to "clean the princess up with that mouth." Brandi licks her open, tongue pushing inside. Both of them end up tangled on the marble—Gina riding Brandi's face, sucking her clit in return. Brandi slides two fingers into Gina's soaked pussy and fucks her through the countdown while the heads spin in heat and saliva and the salt of sweat.