Nyxon’s had enough of her stepson’s sticky fingers stealing her silk panties. When she storms into his pigsty of a room, she doesn’t just find a mountain of her lace thongs—she finds proof of his obsession. With a wicked smile, she waits to confront him. One zap later, he’s tiny—kicking and pleading at her feet like an ant. “You loved sniffing my panties,” she purrs, lifting him between her manicured fingers. “Now let’s see how you taste inside me…” Watch Nyxon dangle her squirming stepson over her glossed lips, teasing his trembling body with her tongue before gulping him down. Her throat bulges as he slides deep, her nails drumming over her now-rounded belly. “Mmm… much better than dirty laundry,” she moans, patting her stomach as muffled begs echo from within. Will she let him out? (Spoiler: No.)
