Mommy Mercer

Kit Mercer—the absolute fox next door—licks her lips and eyes her stepson’s thick, rock-hard dick. The second he steps out of his pants she drops to her knees like it’s owed. She spits in her hand, strokes him slow at first, then tightens her grip and pumps like she means it. Her heavy tits swing with every tug; the tip of her tongue laps a wet circle around the crown every time her fist meets her lips. He bucks against her and her eyes light up. She sucks him deep, swallows the gagging wetness, choking herself down on his length until spit ropes off her chin. Ball-deep, she noses the base, cheeks hollowed, then pulls back with a naughty pop. Wet slaps mix with her filthy little encouragements: “Give Mommy every fucking drop.” He grunts, throbs, and explodes—thick ropes splatter her forehead, lash over one cheek, streak down her full lips. She keeps stroking him straight through the last pulse, smearing cum across her cheeks, the whole view glazed and glistening under the light.