Mystery V-Day Present

Parker got ditched on Valentine’s. His girlfriend bails for her crew, so the gifts he bought stay in the bag. Armani’s guy pulls the same stunt, leaving her high and dry. She clocks the gift bag, reaches. Parker stops her. Her tits nearly spill out her top anyway. He takes a call from the runaway girlfriend, leaves the room, and the horny step-mom can’t resist—she pulls the remote vibe out and nudges her red thong aside. She drags it up and down her wet slit until Parker catches her with it buzzing. A quick smirk from Armani and the awkward second flips: she tells him to watch. He drops his shorts, strokes that big cock while she works the toy over her clit, soaking the fabric. Eyes wide, she zeroes in on how thick he is and slides to her knees. Sloppy head. Lip-smearing, drooling head. When she can’t wait anymore she climbs on, stuffs that fat dick up her creamy pussy, and bounces. Her heavy tits slap his face; he sucks a nipple, grips her ass, pounds up into her until she squirts once, twice, coating his shaft. The toy’s still humming against her clit with every thrust; she cums hard again, hole fluttering around him. Finally Parker jerks out, strokes twice, and paints her toned belly in thick, hot ropes. Day saved.