Jennifer Best

We've all jerked off thinking about some buddy's smoking-hot mom. Just never figured she'd be the one to make the first move. Tonight, though, Jennifer Best owns every inch of the room. She drops her towel like it owes her money, and the kid's already pitching a tent. Pants hit the bathroom floor and she wraps her lips around him right there—wet, sloppy, hungry as hell. She drags him to the bedroom, gets comfortable on her knees, and works his cock like she wants to ruin him. Deep, gagging, spit running down his shaft, tits bouncing with every thrust of her mouth. When he finally blows, she aims him at her big, round tits and lets him paint them. All that guilt and tension just melted away in the mess on her skin.