Stepmother Reagan Foxx comforts her stepson

Regan catches Xander moping in the hallway and can’t stand the sight of him dragging his feet like a kicked puppy. She’s tried jokes, food, even letting him game all night, but nothing lands. In her mind the last card left to play is simple enough—some hot, nasty sex to knock that bullshit sadness right out of him. She corners him in his room with zero hesitation, tugs his shorts down like she’s unwrapping a present, drops to her knees, and starts sucking his dick the way she knows will short-circuit every sad thought rattling around his skull. When his cock is spit-slick and straining, she climbs up, pins him on the bed, then sinks down on every thick inch, riding him with short, greedy rolls of her hips until he’s bucking back like he forgot how to feel bad. Two orgasms later his sheets are a soaked mess and Regan’s grinning, cum still dripping down her thigh, certain her broken-up boy just needed good pussy to set him straight.