Always Been So Proud

Gia Derza strolls her stepmom Joanna Angel through the new spot. "Be my first client," she grins, that glint in her eye. Joanna blushes. Gia lays it out plain: "I wanna thank you proper." Joanna melts and says yes. She strips, face down, ready. Gia goes strict-pro first—steady hands, clean strokes. Tension drips out of Joanna’s shoulders and the talk spills out. She tells Gia how proud she is, then admits she wishes she had Gia’s balls. Gia chuckles, slides her palms lower, and starts rubbing like it means something hot. Joanna’s breath stutters, skin flushing pink. That sweet shy sound yanks something raw out of Gia. Rubs get slippery, detour to the inside of her thighs. Joanna yelps then groans, thighs spreading on instinct. Gia drizzles oil where it counts, fingers parting slick folds like she owns them. One careful curl inside and Joanna’s cursing under her breath, hips lifting. A pivot and they’re tongue-deep—pussies traded back and forth on the table, oil slick everywhere. Sticky mouths lock, wet suction, legs locked tight. The bond’s sealed with moans instead of hugs now.