Hot Mom Holly West Begs Me To Blow Me

David shows up at Holly’s place like he’s about to step into church—nervous, quiet, stiff in all the wrong ways. She’s barely touched him and his cock’s already pulsing, pressing hard against his shorts. Holly just smirks, steps in close, and says it’s no big deal. Says she’ll get him “all better.” Next thing he knows his pants are down, her warm hand wraps around him, and she slides to her knees without missing a beat. The moment her lips part and she takes him deep—wet, noisy, lips stretching—she doesn’t ease up. Slurps him root to tip, spit running down her chin, tongue working every inch like she’s been waiting all afternoon to drain him dry. He moans, knees buckling, her hand pumping what her mouth can’t swallow, and Holly just winks up at him, proud she got the job done.