Stepmom's Relaxing Secret

Brandi Love's got that pent-up energy buzzing through her, the kind a back rub ain't gonna fix. She hauls Brad over anyway—big hands, thick arms, hung as hell. The kid's her stepson, and she knows exactly what she wants from him. His thumbs dig into her shoulders, work down her spine, and somewhere between the lotion and the way she arches her back, things slide sideways. She rolls over, tits out, grabs him by the waistband and tugs. He pops free, heavy and ready. She grins, spits on the head, takes him down in one wet swallow, humming like she hasn't tasted cock in months. Brad's hips jerk; she just relaxes her throat and takes more. Gets him dripping, jerks the shaft with both hands, moans against his balls. When he finally blows, it's thick ropes across her cheeks, her lips, a little on her tongue. She smiles through the mess, licks her mouth clean, says nothing's better than a proper unload to melt the stress right out of her.