MILF Kitana Dresses Down

Kitana's tits looked ridiculous in that lace bra. Big MILF knockers barely contained, and she knew it. The way she moved between the mirrors and half-open blinds—teasing, taunting—had the kid frozen like a deer in headlights. One second he's checking the thermostat, next he's getting an eyeful of cleavage that screamed trouble. She didn't waste time. Dropped the bra, grabbed his cock with both hands, and slid him right between those heavy tits like she was built for it. Warm, soft, slick with spit—each pump made the head peek out right under her chin. She smiled up at him, all confidence and dirty promises, working him slow and nasty until he couldn't hold back. The finish landed across her chest, her belly, the sheets. Messy. Loud breathing. The kid still wondering how he got so lucky, while Kitana just licked a streak off her finger like dessert.