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Damon laid it on thick. Been jerking off to Reagan since he was a horny teenager, he told her. And now, the two of them matched on that app and it's happening, finally. Reagan stood there in her bedroom doorway, arms crossed, telling him there was no way she'd let her son's best friend fuck her. Damon wasn't hearing any of it. He grabbed her wrist, tugged her down the hall, and yanked open her kid's dresser. The second drawer had a beat-up picture of Damon's mom spread out naked on top of some old porn mags. Reagan stared, eyes darting from bare tits to shaved cunt. Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the cheating tree. Her shoulders dropped. She turned, mouth half open like she'd changed her mind. Damon pressed her back onto the son's tiny bed and dove between her legs, tongue flicking over her clit before sucking those huge, soft tits like they were the first meal he'd had in days. He worked her nipple between his lips, then grabbed his cock, pushed in deep and steady, filling her all at once. The flimsy mattress started squeaking and rocking against the wall with every thrust, sure to break under them if they kept it up this hard.