Not My Stepmom, She Is My Secret Anal Snack – Anal Eat, Ass Stifling

Damn, picking an outfit is such a chore. I rifled through my wardrobe, the silky fabrics whispering against my fingers. My giant friends were waiting, and I needed something that screamed “powerful goddess who could crush a city with her thighs.” My eyes landed on it: the black latex jumpsuit. Perfect. It’s like a second skin, hugging every insane curve. I stepped into the leg holes, the cool fishnet a delicious shock against my skin. I started to shimmy it up, the material clinging tight over my hips and up to my boobs. That’s when I felt it. A tiny, frantic pressure. A wriggling. Right there, stuck on my jumpsuit. A slow, wicked smile spread across my face. Oh, right. Stepmom. I’d almost forgotten about the shriveled little bitch. I’d shrunk her down after she had the audacity to tell me to clean my room. She’d been sobbing, begging on her knees, which were about the size of grains of rice. It was pathetic. And so, so hot. I’d decided her new home would be my most intimate place. My