No holding back, no soft edges, no gentle approaches here. These intense encounters deliver raw passion and completely unrestrained pleasure in every single frame. Performers give absolutely everything as nothing is left to imagination in these balls-to-the-wall scenarios.
Jet lag is a real bitch. CC Wilde came on vacation with the family, but sleep just won't stick. She drags herself to the living room, ready to vent, and finds her new stepbrother Ethan Seeks scrolling on his phone. He listens, nods, plays the supportive guy—until she asks him to lie down next to her so she can finally pass out.
Ethan's got his own problem: zero alone time. All he wants is ten minutes to jerk off in peace. CC shrugs, tells him to do it right there beside her if it helps. Weird request, sure, but Ethan’s game.
They head to her room. He drops his shorts and starts stroking. CC peeks. Once she clocks the size of him, she can’t look away. Ethan catches her staring. CC figures if they both get off, maybe she’ll actually sleep. So they go for it—hands moving, eyes locked, the room getting hotter by the second.
She offers a hand. Then her mouth. Ethan answers by fingering her little wet pussy while she licks up and down his fat cock. They flip into a 69, trading sloppy sounds until CC climbs on top. She has to work to fit him in, inch by inch, groaning the whole way down. Once he’s buried, she rides hard. Ethan flips her onto her stomach, pins her, and pounds her prone—stretching her open until she’s shaking and screaming.
He keeps going, driving her over the edge again and again, until he pulls out and shoots straight down her throat. CC swallows, sighs, and finally drifts off, cum on her lips and a grin on her face.
Jet lag is a real bitch. CC Wilde came on vacation with the family, but sleep just won't stick. She drags herself to the living room, ready to vent, and finds her new stepbrother Ethan Seeks scrolling on his phone. He listens, nods, plays the supportive guy—until she asks him to lie down next to her so she can finally pass out.
Ethan's got his own problem: zero alone time. All he wants is ten minutes to jerk off in peace. CC shrugs, tells him to do it right there beside her if it helps. Weird request, sure, but Ethan’s game.
They head to her room. He drops his shorts and starts stroking. CC peeks. Once she clocks the size of him, she can’t look away. Ethan catches her staring. CC figures if they both get off, maybe she’ll actually sleep. So they go for it—hands moving, eyes locked, the room getting hotter by the second.
She offers a hand. Then her mouth. Ethan answers by fingering her little wet pussy while she licks up and down his fat cock. They flip into a 69, trading sloppy sounds until CC climbs on top. She has to work to fit him in, inch by inch, groaning the whole way down. Once he’s buried, she rides hard. Ethan flips her onto her stomach, pins her, and pounds her prone—stretching her open until she’s shaking and screaming.
He keeps going, driving her over the edge again and again, until he pulls out and shoots straight down her throat. CC swallows, sighs, and finally drifts off, cum on her lips and a grin on her face.
