Am I Your Type

Iris Muray VR came to her stepbrother’s room with a question about her new outfit. She turned once, asked if it looked right, and then let the excuse fall apart on its own. What she actually wanted was written all over the way she kept watching his face. She started undressing without rushing. The top loosened first, enough for her juicy natural tits to spill free and her nipples to harden in the open air. Her hand slid into her panties next, stroking her smooth shaved pussy while she stood in front of him, breathing a little faster. The quiet of the room made every small sound feel closer than it should. Iris climbed onto the couch, turned around, and arched her back in a low doggy pose so he could see everything, the curve of her big ass, the wet fabric pulled aside, her pussy on display. She knew he was hard. She used it, rolling her hips slowly, letting his dirty thoughts fill the silence while she touched herself. Then she lay back, spread her legs, and gave in completely. Two fingers circled her clit, then slipped inside, then returned to rub wet, steady strokes until her thighs began to tremble. Soft, needy moans spilled out of her as she worked herself faster, eyes still on him, chasing the feeling without any hurry. She came with a long shaky cry, fingers pressed to her pulsing pussy, cheeks flushed. Iris stayed there afterward, chest rising and falling, looking at him with a small knowing smile. The question about the outfit no longer needed an answer.