Something To Make You Feel Better

Nick Strokes is faking sick, already ducked out of bed when his stepmom Lexi Luna swings into the room, hands on her hips, sizing him up like she knows the game. "Big dicks come with big responsibilities, mister," she says, smirking. Nick tries to play dead but Lexi's already unzipping him, fishing out his half-hard cock with a little triumphant laugh. "Let's see how quick I can squeeze this monster dry." She wets her lips, grips the base, and sinks her mouth down until her nose smacks his belly. Her tongue swirls slow around the shaft then flicks up to lap the head, noisy and wet, like she's enjoying the taste. She bobs, pulls back, pushes deeper, the slick pop of her suction echoing every time she comes up for air. Her free hand cups his balls, rolls them, squeezes just enough to make Nick's knees twitch. She moans around him when the head pokes her throat, the vibration travels right up his cock and shoots up his spine. Spit runs down her chin onto the sheets. She keeps her eyes on him the whole time, gagging once on purpose just to hear him curse, then doubles down, cheeks hollowed, chasing that final throb until his balls tighten and he floods her mouth. She swallows loud, catches the overflow with her tongue, keeps sucking the last pulses out like she's draining a pipe. When it's over she sits back on her heels, licks her bottom lip, and grins. "Told you I'd fix you."