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Summer Kline's folks jet off to Europe and leave her home alone, but then worry gets the better of them. they hit up her older stepbrother Seth to drive over and make sure she's not dead in a ditch. Seth shows up to find Summer stretched out on a lounger in next to nothing, bikini barely covering the goods. He tells her to ping the parents before they get an ulcer. Summer fires off a quick text: doing great, cya. Seth figures he'll head out. Summer won't have it—she's been bored out of her skull without big brother around. Seth caves. They wander inside and she says she's gonna slip into something more comfortable. next thing Seth knows, the bikini's gone and she's standing there buck naked, flaunting every inch like it's no big deal. She looks him dead in the eye and spells it out: "I want you to fuck me, then paint my face." Seth's brain buffers, but Summer's curves know exactly how to plug the short-circuit. His resistance crumbles right into horny acceptance, and soon he's pumping every thick thrust she begged for—finishing with ropes splattering across her pretty, smiling face.
Summer Kline's folks jet off to Europe and leave her home alone, but then worry gets the better of them. they hit up her older stepbrother Seth to drive over and make sure she's not dead in a ditch. Seth shows up to find Summer stretched out on a lounger in next to nothing, bikini barely covering the goods. He tells her to ping the parents before they get an ulcer. Summer fires off a quick text: doing great, cya. Seth figures he'll head out. Summer won't have it—she's been bored out of her skull without big brother around. Seth caves. They wander inside and she says she's gonna slip into something more comfortable. next thing Seth knows, the bikini's gone and she's standing there buck naked, flaunting every inch like it's no big deal. She looks him dead in the eye and spells it out: "I want you to fuck me, then paint my face." Seth's brain buffers, but Summer's curves know exactly how to plug the short-circuit. His resistance crumbles right into horny acceptance, and soon he's pumping every thick thrust she begged for—finishing with ropes splattering across her pretty, smiling face.