Silence Isnt Free

Iris Muray VR walked in on her stepbrother with his cock in his hand and a photo of their stepmom. She didn’t scream. She just closed the door and told him she wouldn’t say a word, on one condition. He was going to spend this time with her. The photo could stay if it helped him stay hard. She pulled the white top down and put his hands on her natural tits. He squeezed them, already harder than he’d been a minute ago. Iris dropped to her knees, freed that thick cock, and took him as deep as she could. The blowjob was wet and greedy, spit running down her chin while she sucked him on the floor, the photo still glowing somewhere behind them. She pulled off, shoved her tits around the shaft, and stroked him between them until he was glistening. Her pussy was done waiting. She pushed the mini-skirt up, sank down onto his cock in cowgirl, and rode him with rolling hips, soft filthy moans spilling out of her. He took over after that, bent her over and fucked her hard from behind, then laid her on her back and pounded her in missionary. She had never felt anything like it. Every thrust wiped out the last of the leverage she had walked in with. When he was close he pulled out, pushed her to her knees, and came across her face, thick ropes of cum landing on her lips and cheeks. Iris stayed there for a moment, breathing hard. Then she picked up the photo, wiped her mouth, and left. He knew exactly who to call the next time he got hard.