Mrs. Morano Enjoys Her Gift

Mrs. Morano’s ass is still warm from getting raw-dogged against the bathroom door when she steps out, legs shaking and cum running down her thigh. She yanks her skirt back down and hustles straight to her room—supposed to be late for Christmas dinner. Door opens and there he is: six-three of roided muscle wrapped in nothing but a red ribbon around his cock. Dick thick as her wrist, already half-hard and pointing at her like it knows who’s boss. She locks the door, tosses her panties on the rug, and decides dinner can wait. Mrs. Morano drops to her knees, grabs that meat in both hands, and tells herself she’s claiming her present. Tight-lipped and greedy, she licks a stripe up the heavy shaft, tastes salt and precum, then slides her lips over the head until her jaw pops open. Her free hand slides between her legs and she fingers herself sloppy while her throat works every inch down. When the head hits the back of her mouth she moans around it, drool spilling over her tits, and starts bobbing like she’s trying to drink straight from the source. The bodybuilder threads a fist into her hair, groans low, and lets her prove how thankful she can be.