Nala Brooks in Last Portal - Search for Step Mom Prime

Cory Chase glides past the collapsed decoys scattered across the floor. Mint green lingerie clings to her skin beneath a crisp white lab coat. “Let’s find step-mom prime,” she breathes, thumbing the portal open. She steps through and the air roars with dinosaurs. “Wrong stop,” she mutters, backing out to try again. Relief breaks over her face when she finally spots the woman sunbathing. “Five years,” Cory whispers. “Five years of decoys, all exhausted.” The two women lock hands and step through the doorway back into Cory’s bedroom. Nala’s desire hits like a switch; she pins Cory to the mattress, stripping her. Hands and tongue find nipples, then slick folds. Cory presents her ass, and Nala’s fingers chase an orgasm out of her before sliding in to lap at her clitoris until she trembles. They trade places, Cory’s mouth bringing Nala the same release. Afterward they straighten skirts and button shirts like nothing just happened. “Hey, step-mom,” I call from the doorway. Nala lounges in nothing but a bright-green bikini. Wordless, she peels the top aside, exposing full tits, then tugs the bottoms sideways to reveal a thick bush. The sight burns. She yanks the suit off and frees my cock, taking me straight into her mouth and hands. Tits wrap around my shaft, then she lies back and I sink into her wetness. She rides, heavy breasts slapping, rolls into doggy, and orders me not to finish. The bathroom door opens. Cory appears in turquoise panties, stockings, and her lab coat. Her nipples already strain. Nala grins. They each wrap a hand around me and trade licks while the other glides a mouth lower. Cory climbs aboard, grinds, slick inside heat. She lifts, letting my step-mom taste her cum before sliding her own soaked pussy down my length. While she rides, Cory toys with her nipples. Then they pivot—Cory’s tongue replaces Nala on my cock while Nala sinks onto me again. One breath later Cory tongues her step-sister’s clit as I pound her from behind. They switch; now Cory faces forward while Nala drips across my face with each thrust. Finally they line up, ass to ass on elbows and knees, wet pussies glistening. I alternate strokes, deep and quick, until heat builds too fast to hold. I pull free, stroking ropes across Nala’s cheeks and tongue, then she slips into the bathroom. The mirror reflects back the glint in her eyes—another layer still hidden.