Welcome Home

Dad's been gone nine months on tour, so Kristina Rose has been without any dick to speak of. I catch her getting ready to welcome him back, but instead of leaving her alone I stand there staring at that thick round ass and those perfect tits, getting harder by the second. She spins around and catches me red-handed. "Alright, Josh, let's talk," she says, already reading my mind. I tell her the truth plain and simple: I can't stop thinking about her, can't stop jerking off to her every time she walks by. She pauses, weighs the family future in her head, then makes up her mind like a woman on a mission. She grabs my belt and drops to her knees right there in the bedroom, wrapping those soft lips around my dick, jerking and sucking like she's been starving for it. A few minutes later she climbs up, lines my fat cock up with her MILF pussy and sinks down until I'm buried to the balls. I flip her over and rail her doggystyle, long strokes that make her cream and shake. She moans louder every time I bottom out in that slick, hairy cunt, telling me how good it feels. I slam into her hard and rough until I can't hold it anymore, yanking my dick out and painting that fat ass with ropes of hot cum. Safe to say, this isn't exactly the homecoming my old man was planning.