Mirror steam blurs the view but you know what’s happening. Her lips stretched tight around that thick fake dick, gagging hard while her brother snores oblivious in the next room. No warning, no hesitation—just raw hunger for that artificial cock sliding down her throat like she’s starving. Ass pressed against the sink, tits bouncing with every deepthroat pull. Hands gripping his hips for leverage as she works him over slow and deliberate, tongue swirling around the base before taking it all again. Bathroom light flickers off then back on—did he wake up? She doesn’t care. Then suddenly: hands everywhere.
