Tutoring Her Step Son

Pristine Edge's tank top hits the floor and Alex's geography textbook may as well be in another language. She peels off those yoga pants nice and slow, letting him trace the whole map with his eyes, then drops to her knees. Spit-slick lips glide down his cock, wet sounds filling the room as she works him over with that hungry, sloppy throat. Every correct answer earns him a deeper swallow, a swirl of tongue, a little gagging moan that says she's enjoying the lesson too. When he nails that last state capital she takes him balls-deep and grins like a cocky champ, strings of spit still connecting them as she pulls back for air.