Sofie Sucks

Matt’s practicing a lame speech about asking some girl to prom when his step-aunt Sofie leans over the kitchen table with that smirk. She tells him to test the line on her first. “Would you suck me off?” he blurts. Sofie licks her lower lip and says sure with zero hesitation. Next thing he knows his jeans are down, she’s on her knees and that experienced mouth wraps tight around his dick. Sofie works like she’s starving—rolling her tongue under the head, sliding every thick inch to the back of her throat until her mascara runs and her spit soaks his balls. Matt’s knuckles go white on the countertop; he feels the tight little pulses in his shaft as she swallows deeper, hungry, in charge. She pulls off long enough to give him a cocky grin, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his swollen head, then she dives again, cheeks hollowing, hand stroking him in rhythm, milking, insisting, draining every hot drop straight out of him until his knees buckle and his load is just one long, pulsing finish down her throat.