Lunching On Stepmom's Ass

Peter rolls in with his new wife, Brittany Andrews, hoping for a nice lunch with Johnny. Brittany clocks the son right away—can't stop staring. She plays coy at the table, rubbing her bare foot up Johnny's leg while Peter talks away. By the time dessert's out, Johnny's got a hard-on like steel and Brittany's dripping in her chair. She hooks his finger and they ghost to the hallway, then the guest room. She shoves him onto the bed, yanks her dress up, and climbs on. She takes his cock straight in the ass—no warm-up, no mercy. Her hole stretches around him, hungry and tight. Every thrust punches deep, wet slaps echoing off the walls. Johnny grabs her hips, pounding her rectum until it gapes around him. Brittany moans filthy praise, telling him to fill her guts. When he finally busts he doesn't pull out—he unloads straight into her colon, thick ropes of cum flooding the channel until her rim can't hold it all. A sloppy white ring bubbles at the seal. Peter walks in and sees his wife on all fours, ass up, son’s cum leaking out like a busted pipe. His jaw hits the floor. Brittany just looks over her shoulder, winks, and licks her lips like the cat that ate the cream—well, the one that took it up the ass.