Let the Teddy judge my skills

Casca Akashova clocks that Alex Jett is moping in his room, so she grabs the beat-up plushie from his old toy box. The fuzzy thing hits his chest and he barely cracks a smirk. Fine. That worked when he was nine. Now he needs the kind of pick-me-up only a real stepmom can give. She peels off her top, lets her heavy tits spill free, pushes him back on the bed and straddles him. Her slick cunt presses against the thick outline already tenting his shorts. "Still got that old bear," she purrs, grinding slow and filthy, "but Mom’s got something softer, wetter, and way more fun for you." She yanks his cock out, spits on the head, and sinks down until her soaked folds swallow every inch. The plushie sits forgotten on the pillow while she rides him hard—hips rolling, tits bouncing, moans dripping off her lips. Each slick slap of skin and her taunting little jabs about how much bigger his dick got since the days he needed bedtime toys keep Alex hard, desperate, and finally grinning.