White tank top clings to her bare shoulders and slips down easy as Christie Stevens kneels on the kitchen floor near the open fridge, her blonde hair falling loose while she wraps fingers around her stepsons cock. Blonde strands sway across her face, tank bunching at her waist with each bob forward as her mouth slides down the full length in steady rhythm. Kitchen counter looms close by, stainless steel fridge humming softly while she works her lips and tongue over the thick shaft, cheeks hollowing out from the pull. Stepson stands firm above her on the wood floor, her flip-flops kicked aside as she leans in closer, taking it deeper with every pass until spit trails down her chin.