Mommy's VIP

Atrid Star used to slide out of her clothes for Alex Jett every night at the club, and he’d blow his paycheck cheering at the front row like she was made of money. Then his pops married the busty blonde and the shows stopped cold. Now Dad’s out of the house and these two are turning the living room into their private VIP lounge. She peels off the tank and her tits bounce free, hard nipples daring Alex to look away. He doesn’t. Her shorts hit the floor next, smooth pussy on display, already slick for the boy who used to tuck cash in her thong. Alex grips his cock, thick and ready, stroking slow as she drops to all fours on the rug like the private stage just got a whole lot smaller. She spreads, arching her back so he can see every inch he missed, wet folds glistening under the lamps. No spotlight, no music, just her heartbeat and the slap of skin when he finally pushes in, filling her in strokes that rattle picture frames and wreck every rule the marriage was supposed to keep. They fuck with the energy of overdue bets, hard and loud and laughing when the couch legs start to scrape the floor, and neither one gives a damn who walks in later.