Mother Marie

Marie the milf wasn't playing fair. She slipped into slutty black lace that barely covered her heavy tits and crawled onto the couch next to her step-son Codey. The little smirk said she knew exactly what she was doing. She pressed those soft tits against his arm, let her thigh slide against his, and when his hand didn't move she took it and slid it higher until his palm rested on her bare skin. Codey stayed frozen, hard as fuck in seconds. Marie glanced down, grinned, then slid to her knees on the carpet like she'd done it a hundred times. She tugged his zipper, freed that fat cock, and went straight down—lips stretched, throat working him until her nose kissed his stomach. Gagging never slowed her, she just swallowed him deeper, spit running down his shaft while she jerked the part her mouth couldn't take. When he groaned that he was close she popped off with a wicked smile, kept stroking, and let him blow all over her face. Thick ropes painted her cheeks, her lips, dripped onto those lace-covered tits. Marie licked what she could reach, eyes locked on his, still stroking him slow like she wasn't done yet.