The Last Blow

Ryder Skye's husband just took off, leaving her alone and pissed. She was sitting there stewing when her stepson showed up to check on her. Next thing he knows she's whipping her tits out, giving him the full view, soft pale mounds, pink nipples stiff from the rush of it. She watches his face change, that cocky little smile spreading across hers. Fuck it. He's staring anyway. May as well go big. She leans in, pulls his cock out, and wraps her lips around it without another word. Wet, hungry, she sucks him deep, tongue working every inch, saliva dripping down his shaft. She moans low around the thickness like she's been waiting for this all day. She strokes him with one hand, cups his balls with the other, then takes him down her throat again, eyes half-lidded and filthy. She doesn't stop until he's pumping hot and thick straight down her greedy throat, hips bucking, her throat working around every pulse. Her tits are still out the whole time, bouncing lightly with each hard swallow. The perfect messy send-off.