My StepAunt's Magic Hands

Juan's your basic fried college guy - papers, exams, caffeine on autopilot. Only edge he's got is a secret weapon nobody else knows about: his step-aunt Katrina's gifted hands. So when his uncle shrugs and points at her, Juan's all in for a little rub-down. One minute she's working the knots out of his shoulders; next thing you know her fingers slip and-wham-some of Juan pops up like it heard its own name called. He bolts for his room, ears burning, dick pointing the way. Door clicks shut; two seconds later it's open again. Katrina slips in, calm as you please. "Nothing to be embarrassed about," she says, and the smirk on her lips promises she means every word. Those hands don't quit-they glide down, wrap him up nice and firm, milking the ache right out of him. Juan groans, reaches over, finds the slick heat between her thighs. Katrina's older, wetter, eager to let those digits wander her bushy little cunt while she coos praise for his size. Then the teasing stops. She drops to her knees, takes him slow, throat relaxing like it's an old habit. She climbs on top still dripping, slams her plush ass down till every inch disappears inside her. The bed creaks as he pistons up, slaps ringing every time those thick cheeks jiggle. Her moan spikes, walls clamp, and she shudders hard around his cock. Juan keeps pumping, faster, until the heat surges; he grinds deep and unloads straight into that hungry twat, exactly the kind of relief stressed-out students never get in lecture halls.