Pillow Talk

Valentine's night and I'm racing home like a dog with two dicks. Flowers, chocolates, and a plush bear for my girl—she's flat-out ridiculous: no legs, pillow for a head, but that silicone slit is vise-tight. Slide in and my balls balloon before I even start moving. Pump her full, blow my load, then jump in the shower thinking I'm in the clear. Wrong. My new stepmom Armani barges in and catches me mid-rinse. Gorgeous tan skin, massive tits, actual legs, and a face you can't ignore. She smirks and calls the sex-doll out. I cave; she's right. Turns out being the "best stepmom ever" is how Armani's spending Valentine's. I ask what about Dad. She rolls her eyes—smart woman doesn't miss a beat—and says he only cares about her cunt, so if I stick to her ass we're in the clear. Deals like that don't come around twice. She pops her heavy tits free, lets me palm and squeeze until my knuckles turn white. Spreads those smooth thighs, guides my fingers over her shaved MILF pussy slicker than oil. Strokes me for a minute, then bends and tells me to spit in her asshole. I wedge my cock straight in, feeling her clamp down, and rail her until the whole room hears her moan. She flips around, reverse cowgirl, plants her hands, and lets me rabbit-fuck her booty until she cums shaking on my dick. I gag her, twist her into the wildest knots, positions my doll never could've handled. She milks every drop out of me and gives me my first lesson on fucking a real woman. Happy Valentine's, indeed.