Sophia Locke and Cory Chase in Naked Step Mom JOI

You open the hotel door and see your step-mom perched on the edge of the bed, bare, and right beside her your step-aunt. Cory Chase looks you dead in the eye. “Do you want us to show you what we were going to do?” she asks. Sophia Locke smiles, lifts a manicured hand. “First, pull your cock out. I want to see you stroke while we play.” You obey. Your jeans drop, your cock springs free. They swing open their thighs, already slick, and two sets of fingers slide down their folds at the same time. “Slow strokes,” Cory whispers. Your fist closes; they dip in knuckle-deep. Lips meet—soft, wet. Tongues flash pink. The sight tightens every muscle between your legs. “No coming yet, baby,” Sophia teases, voice husky. Your grip falters; your balls feel heavy as lead. The two women drift closer until their shoulders press, rhythm matched. Cory pauses, teeth nipping at Sophia’s lower lip. “Count with us.” Ten fingers hold steady, six hands trembling. Ten. Nine. Eight. Their voices drop, each number dragged out. Seven. Six. Five. Your strokes shorten, urgent, dangerous. Four. Three. Their hips cant toward the edge. Two. Their bodies tighten like drawn bows. “One.” All three of you snap. Their cunts clench around glittering fingers, clear juices slipping past. Your cock surges, pulses; heat stripes your knuckles and the carpet. Their moans swirl with yours until the room is nothing but breath and spent skin. They don’t move away—just lean together, sly little laughs, light fingers tracing each other’s ribs. “Give it a minute,” Sophia sighs, still glistening. “Then we go again.”