What HAPPENED To My Stepmom??

Devon steps through the door still flushed from gushing to his girlfriend about Gina’s brains. The second he sees her, though, his jaw nearly hits the floor. Gina is bouncing on her heels in a barely-there crop top, big fake tits jiggling like they’ve got their own agenda, hair teased high and lipstick glossy as fresh cum. His sweet, book-smart stepmom’s completely gone. In her place stands a fuck-doll fantasy version of herself, and she’s grinning like she knows every filthy thought shooting through his head. When he finally chokes out what the hell happened, Gina just laughs and says his dad had the idea, but they both signed off—gave up her classes, tossed the glasses, traded it all for nonstop cock and zero worries. Devon keeps protesting that she’s lost herself, but Gina steps closer, arches her back, and flashes him the nipple rings winking above her waistband. She tells him Dad even signed a hall-pass: she’s allowed to ride anyone she wants, including the very stepson standing stiff in front of her. He tries to backpedal, but Gina’s tits brush his chest every time she shifts, and each word out of her painted mouth lands like a hand squeezing his balls. By the time she drops to her knees and peels down his zipper with her teeth, Devon’s resistance is nothing but a groan rattling in his throat.