Selina Bentz - Step Daughter has Anal Problems - Vol 2 (Part 2)
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Cory asks, sharp, what kind of session requires them dressed like this. Amiee smiles, steady. She tells Cory Selina’s urges will stay safer in the room than with some stranger outside. Selina sits close on the bed in navy lace. Cory wears the same. Amiee’s green set glows against the sheets. I step in, meet Cory’s puzzled look, and lay it out plainly. The words click. She agrees, then leans forward and kisses our step-daughter.
Selina drops back, lifts her hips, slips the navy bottoms off. Cory lowers herself, tongue moving over slick skin. While my wife licks, Selina turns to me, takes my cock between her lips and sucks slow, warm. I stand behind Cory, grip her hips, push into her pussy and fuck her deep, doggystyle, the rhythm matching every stroke of her tongue on Selina.
Amiee lies on her side, hand working quietly beneath her green panties. I pull out of Cory and press lower, sliding into the tight heat of her ass. She never stops licking Selina; her moans vibrate against the girl’s clit.
Selina stretches on her back next. I take her first in her pussy, then ease into her ass while Cory straddles her face. Hips rolling, Cory rides her mouth and watches me sink in and out. Soon she turns, gets on her knees. I take her from behind again, hard in her ass, every inch steady. She asks for more, climbs over my lap, sinks down—first with her pussy, then with her ass—hips riding in full circles.
Selina takes her turn, mirror image, sliding up and down both holes in steady rhythm. Amiee’s turn now. The doctor straddles me, facing out, and lowers her ass onto my cock while Cory and Selina each take one nipple between their lips.
I’m already close. I ease back inside Selina’s ass, thrust until the edge tightens. I pull out, fist my shaft and spill between Cory’s open mouth and Selina’s, hot streaks on both tongues. Amiee catches her breath, flushed.
‘Need an extra hand, just call,’ she laughs. Cory wipes her mouth, answers softly, ‘We’ll manage.’ Amiee grins. ‘Phone’s always on.’















