A Gooner Like His Stepmom

Rachael's folding laundry when she catches Josh Rivers knuckles-deep on his laptop stroking his cock like he's trying to set a record. Josh yanks his hand back fast, cheeks burning, but Rachael just shrugs it off and laughs. She tells him everybody's gotta blow off steam, then drops the bomb: she used to get off to porn for hours back in the day. Talk turns to how long Josh can edge without finishing and suddenly she's suggesting they watch something nasty together. "Bonding activity," she calls it, cocking an eyebrow like it already makes sense. Next thing they know they're shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch, zippers down, fists flying while heavy moaning pours from the screen. The smell of Rachael’s pussy fills the room, her legs are spread wide, and Josh can't take his eyes off the wetness glistening on her fingers. They joke and tease about each other's speed, daring one another to hold out longer, and before either thinks twice Rachael climbs over him, lines up, and sinks down, both of them groaning like they've finally skipped the warm-up and gone straight to the main event. She rides him harder than any solo session ever let her, they don't stop until both of them are soaked and spent on the cushions.