Dick Pills

Fresh out of the shower, still half-hard, the kid pops another one of those dick pills—now he's carrying a cock that just won't quit. Throbbing. Impossible. He storms into Christie Stevens' room with it swinging between his legs. Christie's wearing a silk robe that barely covers her massive tits, nipples already poking through the fabric. She clocks that monster and just smirks. 'Fuck it,' she mutters, drops to her knees, and wraps her lips around the swollen head. She works that fat dick slow, tongue circling the tip, then swallowing deeper until her throat flexes around every inch. Her hand strokes the base, twisting as she bobs, spit dripping down her chin. The blonde MILF slurps like she's starving—messy, greedy, cheeks hollowing. When he tries to warn her he's close, she doubles down, sucking harder, milk-seeking every last drop. By the time his balls empty down her throat, she's swallowing every spurt, cock pulsing between her painted lips until nothing's left but the hum of the ceiling fan and the wet sound of her licking him clean.