Come and Play with Stepmommy

Mandy’s in your room the second your dad’s taillights vanish down the street. She’s still in that tight little tank top and tiny sleep shorts she threw on after dinner, nipples already poking through the thin cotton. One second she’s grinning at you like she knows exactly what she’s about to do, the next she’s climbing onto your lap and grinding that hot pussy against the bulge in your jeans. She tugs the tank up, lets those heavy tits spill out, and pushes them into your face. “Go on, baby, give ’em a suck while they’re still warm from the living room.” You latch on, tongue swirling around a stiff nipple, and she moans loud like she’s been waiting for it all night. Her shorts are soaked through. She peels them off one-handed, revealing a smooth, glistening cunt that’s practically drooling for you. Mandy wraps her fingers around your cock, strokes it twice, then sinks down fast, stretching herself wide open as she takes every inch in one filthy slide. She rides you hard—ass slapping your thighs, tits bouncing in your hands—panting dirty little encouragements in between sloppy kisses. “Fuck, your cock feels bigger every time.” When she cums, her pussy clamps and flutters, squeezing your length until your head’s spinning. You flood her right there, pumping thick ropes deep inside while she grinds down and moans your name like she doesn’t care who hears. And ten minutes later she’s still on your cock, sweaty, grinning, telling you you’re not done yet.