Stop The Game, Play With Me Instead

Ashley Alexander sits alone and suddenly her panties feel way too tight. Her stepbrother Jodie Johnson is laser-focused on his stupid online raid, thumbs hammering the controller, while Ashley is basically chewing the couch cushion out of horniness. She flips the script. Wriggling between Jodie and the TV, she plants her bare foot right on the bulge in his shorts and starts slow-stroking him with her soft sole. He grunts, tries to dodge, but the little circle-jerk under her toes keeps pulling his eyes off the screen. Enough of the appetizer. Ashley drags down his shorts, spits on his cock, and swallows it to the root. Wet, loud, sloppy. Jodie’s health bar tanks in-game as his real-life health bar spikes. He smashes pause, tosses the controller, and hauls Ashley onto his lap. She drops straight down, pussy stretching wide around his thick shaft, smooth cheeks clapping every time she slams home. He grabs her waist, bucks up to meet her, then flips her onto all fours. One thrust, two, three—Ashley’s moaning into the cushion while Jodie pounds her soaked cunt from behind until her whole body shivers through a twitching orgasm. “Paint my face before Mom walks in,” she pants. Jodie pulls out just in time and explodes, thick ropes slapping across Ashley’s cheeks, lashes, open tongue. She grins up at him, cum dripping, mission finally accomplished.