The Pick Me Up

Jasmine's got her stepson Billy laid out on the bed after that twat of a girlfriend ditched him. She already owns him - one hand cupping his heavy balls, fingers working them like she's calling the shots. His cock's rock hard in her fist, and she leans down, tongue swirling around the head before sliding the whole thick thing deep into her throat. She pulls off wet, spit strings clinging to her lips, then does it again, deeper. Every time she squeezes his sack, his hips jerk. 'She had no idea what she was walking away from, baby,' she says, voice thick with spit and lust. 'This cock's the prize, and now it's mine.' She sucks harder, cheeks hollowing, gagging on purpose so he feels every inch of her throat fight for it. Balls tight in her grip, she rolls them while her other hand jerks the shaft in long, filthy strokes, mouth never leaving the tip. 'No more worrying about some stupid girl,' she growls between sucks. 'Let Jasmine take care of you. This dick needs better than what you had.' Billy's toes curl as she spits on him, then swallows him back down, nostrils flaring, pace getting meaner. She milks him with her throat, hand never loosening its dirty hold on those full balls, until he's throbbing and close, right where she wants him.