Gigi Dior In At a Porn Convention With Step Mom Part 3

Cory and Gigi step out of the elevator, working down the hotel hallway with their tits pulled free—two heavy sets of silicone bouncing with every step. When the door shuts behind them, Cory wheels on her step-sister. "Been riding my boy behind my back?" Gigi shrugs inside that shimmery one-piece, one corner of her mouth curling. Cory peels it down her body like gift wrap. Cory’s own skirt and top follow, thrown over the lamp. They’re bare now—skin smooth, tans even, thighs wet at the crease. Their mouths crash together. Hands cup breasts, tongues circle stiff nipples, teeth drag and suck. Ripples crawl under skin at each tug. Gigi lies back on the turned-down bed. Cory drops, knees on carpet, spreads her, and buries her tongue. Long, wet licks cover Gigi from clit to cunt, again, again. Gigi grabs fistfuls of hair and rocks. She cums fast, breath catching, thighs snapping shut around Cory’s head while the whole room hears it. They swap. Gigi’s mouth works fast on Cory, two fingers slid inside, palm rocking the hood of her clit with each lap. The door lock clicks. Luke steps in. Two heads turn. Five seconds of silence. "Get in here or get out," Cory says, voice raw. Luke drops the keycard and moves.