My Sweetie Pie

Alyssa plops into her stepmom's chair like she owns the place. She wiggles her toes and barks for foot rubs, snacks, you name it. Christina hustles over, kisses each calloused heel, then can't help but sneak glances at the strip of bare skin flashing under tiny jean cut-offs. Heat prickles between her legs. She trades the foot rub for a slick slide between Alyssa's folds, thumb circling, breath shaky. Game over. They scramble to the bedroom. Jeans vanish. Christina's blonde head drops between slim thighs, tongue diving into slick folds. Alyssa fists the sheets, hips jerking, until a quick flip has her face-first on the mattress, ass up. Christina slams two fingers deep, palm slapping Alyssa's clit until the younger girl shakes and creams. Now Christina swings a thigh over, lowers her wet cunt onto her stepdaughter's open mouth. She rides, grinds, smearing juice across Alyssa's chin while she bucks and moans until her thighs clamp and she soaks the girl's tongue.