No Condoms Necessary

Enzo slips off to his room and dials his buddy. Brandi picks up the call on the other end. "Need a release?" she purrs. He laughs it off—his stepmom's hitting on him? She laughs too but won't back down. "I'm wet, you're hard—simple math." She steps close, nipples pushing against thin cotton, runs her hand down the front of his sweats and squeezes. His cock jumps, traitorous and eager. Her fingers drag his waistband down, freeing him; she drops to her knees, tongue flicking over the head in one slow swirl before swallowing half of it. Saliva runs down his shaft as she pumps him with a sloppy grip, looking up while her throat works. He groans, hips rocking, eyes shut tight. She stands, shoves him onto the bed, and climbs aboard, sliding her soaked panties aside. Hot, slick walls grip him as she sinks to the hilt, grinding her clit against his base on every drop. She rides hard—tits bouncing, slick sounds filling the room—until her cunt flutters and squeezes, flooding him with heat. He grabs her hips, thrusts up once, twice, and spills deep inside her, pulse after heavy pulse, panting like he's just run a mile.