Inappropriate Kiss

Valentina Bellucci just rolled into town from Italy, and I'm showing her the classics while her American ass sits next to me wondering why my dad never takes her out. Turns out he never makes her cum either. When she blurts that out, I'm half-shocked, half-ready to fix it. She leans in for a sloppy kiss, then pulls back quick, apologizing like she crossed a line. Next morning she strolls into my room wearing nothing but a tiny slip that clings to her curves. Says she couldn't stop thinking about last night. Then the slip hits the floor, her hand grabs my cock, and she's on her knees slurping like she's starving. She's fucking soaked, moaning that she has to ride me right now, so I lay back and let her hop on. Her tits bounce in my face, big nipples begging for attention. I suck them while I thrust up from underneath, driving my dick deep. Her panties slide to the side as that dripping MILF pussy swallows every inch. When I flip her over and pound her from behind she starts begging for my cum inside, stepmom or not—guess I'm listening to mom on this one.