Super Suck

Edyn's got curves that could stop traffic and a mouth that remembers exactly what it was built for. She's an ex-stripper, and she clocks the hesitation in her husband's son's eyes when he admits he's never gotten a proper blowjob. 'Your loss,' she tells him, then grins. 'Want me to show you?' No hesitation. He nods like his life depends on it. She drops to her knees right there in the living room, yanks his shorts down, and wraps her warm, soft lips around his dick without another word. The stroke is deliberate—wet suction, tongue flicking the underside, hand twisting at the base in a tight rhythm that feels studied. She takes him deep, cheeks hollowing, spit running down her chin like she couldn't give less of a damn about the mess. Every few seconds she pulls off, slaps his cock against her tongue, smiles up at him, then swallows him again like she's got something to prove. Her husband is at work. She doesn't care. She moans around the shaft anyway, vibrations sending jolts straight through him, throat working, lips stretched tight. He grabs fistfuls of her hair and starts fucking her mouth, and she just lets him—tears at the corners of her eyes, mascara smudged, loving every inch. When he finally cums, it ropes across her face in heavy, hot strands. She opens wider, sticks her tongue out, catches as much as she can, then licks the rest off his tip with a satisfied little moan.