Best Bad Idea

Katrina Lunk VR was bent in front of the mirror, shooting her own ass in that short summer dress when her stepbrother walked in and took a few of his own. White panties, toned ass, the hem barely covering anything. She spun around pissed. The anger died the second she saw how hard he already was. His cock straining in his pants turned her on worse than the photos pissed her off. She yanked the dress down and shoved her perfect tits into his hands. He groped them while she freed his dick and started stroking, slow and filthy, thumb smearing the precum over the head. Katrina dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. He was so thick she could barely take him. She sucked him anyway - sloppy, wet, gagging a little as she worked the shaft, spit running down her chin onto those tits. She climbed onto the bed, yanked the white panties aside, and got on all fours. He pressed the head against her tight shaved pussy and pushed. He barely fit. Then she got soaking wet, and he started pounding her from behind, hips slapping her ass, the wet sounds filling the room while she moaned into the sheets like a slut who had already forgiven him. He flipped her onto her back and fucked her in missionary, those perfect tits bouncing with every hard thrust. Katrina took him back into her mouth on the bed, slower this time, licking him like she actually loved the size. Then she climbed on, sank that dripping cunt down onto his cock in cowgirl, and rode him until her thighs started to shake. He gripped her waist and came inside her at the same second she came. She stayed on him afterward, flushed and dripping, a filthy little smile where the outrage used to be. The photos were still on his phone. She didn’t ask him to delete a single one.