Caught On Camera

Raven Lane knows her stepbrother Johnny is that guy. The sneaky bastard snaps pics of her feet whenever she crashes on the couch. She decides to catch him red-handed. She stretches out, fake-sleeping, and in two seconds flat Johnny’s crouched there clicking away while he sniffs like a dog who found bacon under the table. Raven bolts upright, startling him mid-squirt. Johnny stammers some sorry story, but she has receipts: a camera across the room already rolling. Busted. Instead of storming off, curiosity gets the best of her. She wiggles her toes right in his face, flexing those soft soles, testing if he’ll really crack. He watches every move like she’s waving steak. One wiggle too many and she’s rubbing his crotch through his jeans with those pretty feet. His breaths shorten. Her strokes pick up. Soon she’s working his cock between her arches, pumping until it’s throbbing. She dips down next, mouth open wide, licking up the underside like she’s deciding whether to swallow it whole. He bucks. Raven grins and swings a leg over, sinking that wet pussy down onto him. She rides like the seat’s on fire, bouncing, grinding, letting her stepbrother split her open. Creamy rings form around his shaft every time she slams. He flips her just enough to pound deeper, and the second she clamps down in orgasm he yanks free, painting her face and tongue with hot stripes of cum. She swallows what lands in her mouth, promising to keep quiet—until the next time she feels like playing.