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Stepmom's Silver Tongue
Seth had no idea his next move was to shove two actors into a bedroom and yell, "Alright, everybody naked." Codey yanks off Ivy's shirt so fast her hair flips everywhere. Her tits bounce, nipples already tight. She grabs his dick through his jeans and squeezes like she's testing fruit. They strip on instinct—clothes flying, skin slapping together. Ivy drops to her knees, slides her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, then swallows him until her lips kiss his stomach. Codey groans, grips her ponytail, thrusts slow and deep until spit drips down his balls. He drags her onto the bed, spreads her legs wide, and buries his face between her thighs. His tongue flicks her clit, laps at her folds; she cums with a shout, thighs clamping his ears. He flips her over, slams inside, drives so hard the headboard knocks the wall. Ivy meets every stroke, hips rolling like she's trying to break the mattress. She reaches back, spreads her cheeks, and Codey doesn't miss the hint—thumb presses into her ass while he pounds her pussy. The camera catches everything: the wet smack of skin, her moans getting higher, his breathing gone ragged. They switch positions twice more, each one dirtier than the last, until Codey pulls out, strokes twice, and paints her tits white. Ivy drags two fingers through the mess and licks them clean while staring straight at the lens. Seth finally lowers the camera and lets out the kind of laugh that means he just sold his soul for a paycheck.
Seth had no idea his next move was to shove two actors into a bedroom and yell, "Alright, everybody naked." Codey yanks off Ivy's shirt so fast her hair flips everywhere. Her tits bounce, nipples already tight. She grabs his dick through his jeans and squeezes like she's testing fruit. They strip on instinct—clothes flying, skin slapping together. Ivy drops to her knees, slides her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, then swallows him until her lips kiss his stomach. Codey groans, grips her ponytail, thrusts slow and deep until spit drips down his balls. He drags her onto the bed, spreads her legs wide, and buries his face between her thighs. His tongue flicks her clit, laps at her folds; she cums with a shout, thighs clamping his ears. He flips her over, slams inside, drives so hard the headboard knocks the wall. Ivy meets every stroke, hips rolling like she's trying to break the mattress. She reaches back, spreads her cheeks, and Codey doesn't miss the hint—thumb presses into her ass while he pounds her pussy. The camera catches everything: the wet smack of skin, her moans getting higher, his breathing gone ragged. They switch positions twice more, each one dirtier than the last, until Codey pulls out, strokes twice, and paints her tits white. Ivy drags two fingers through the mess and licks them clean while staring straight at the lens. Seth finally lowers the camera and lets out the kind of laugh that means he just sold his soul for a paycheck.