Stacy's Mom

Codey Steele’s balls-deep in Stacy when the bedroom door flies open and Bella Rolland storms in, robe hanging off one shoulder, tits out. She hauls him off by the scruff like a misbehaving puppy, shoves him onto his back, and straddles his face without a word. Stacy’s fresh pussy juices smear across his lips; Bella grinds down until his tongue’s buried so deep he could french-kiss her cervix. She reaches back, grabs his cock—still shining with her step-daughter’s cream—and sinks onto it in one greedy drop, a filthy, wet slap filling the room. The older woman rides like she’s trying to wring every drop of cum straight from his nuts before he can spill it inside Stacy again. Every slap of ass on thighs sounds like a spanking. Bella’s juices coat his shaft in long, sticky strings that stretch and snap with every bounce. Codey’s helpless, pinned under two generations of pussy, and loving every treacherous inch.