Charli O’s lips part on a silent gasp when he presses his palm against her thigh—didn’t expect that. Goth step sister with those dark lashes batting slow, tits spilling over the sheets as he pins her down. ‘You’re so wet,’ he murmurs close to her ear while fingers tease between swollen folds. She arches into it, nails digging into his shoulders like she’s been waiting years for this forbidden session. Switches positions mid-motion—cowgirl ride grinding just right before flipping him onto his back with that mischievous grin. Ass tightens around him deep as she rocks backward, eyes locked through half-lidded lids.
