London River in My New Step Mom Part 4

London River and Cory Chase sit on the green bed, their bodies close, the silk of their dresses whispering. Fuschia and peach. London leans first, lips brushing, then claiming. Fingers tug fabric away, exposing skin that warms under touch. Her mouth finds Cory wet and ready, tongue parting her with slow strokes. Between licks, she murmurs the secret she’s been holding since the week began: she’s been fucking her step-son. The words roll out low and steady as her mouth works deeper. Cory’s hips twitch. Tell me, she whispers. Every detail. London’s tongue stays busy—broad licks, quick flicks—while the story spills between breaths. How it started at the counter, late. The brief brush that wasn’t an accident. The hunger in his voice when he gave in. It didn’t stop there. It spread through every room. Cory tightens, pulse rapid, and comes with a groan that slides into silence. The air hangs hot between them. They turn. Cory lowers her mouth to London now, steady and unhurried, sucking, tongue pressing hard, lips sealing. London’s breath shortens, builds. The heat breaks through in a rush that leaves her shaking.