Pose For Me Mommy

Cherie said yes to Brad's little photo session, but the kid's got other plans he won't spill to his mom. He snaps a few safe shots, then starts barking orders to strip. Her jaw tightens, clothes hit the floor one piece at a time, and that reluctant mom's face just gets stiffer. Then something flips. Cherie shrugs, decides if they're already this far she might as well have fun. She drops to her knees, rubs warm oil between her palms, and starts kneading every knot in Brad's shoulders like she's trying to milk the tension out. Next thing you know his cock springs free right in front of her startled eyes. He grins, coaxes her hand to it, and she gives in. Fingers wrap around that thick shaft, stroking, then her lips part and she lets him slide over her tongue. Every inch disappears down her throat; the stretch makes her moan, eyes watering, saliva dripping off her chin. Brad reaches between her legs, two fingers knuckle-deep in her soaked cunt, pumping while she gags and slurps like a woman possessed. She's working overtime to finish him quick, before Dad's key turns in the lock, but Brad pulls her up, lines up that monster, and drives straight in. Her tight pussy clenches around every vein. He slams until his balls tighten and hot ropes splatter across her pretty pink slit, leaving it glossy and twitching.