Someone younger

Sue used to blush just thinking about younger dick, worried folks would clock her cravings. We sure as hell ain’t judging—Rob isn’t either. The kid practically melts when she wraps that firm grip around his cock and starts working it like she owns the moment. She doesn’t fumble; she strokes slow then speeds up, thumb rubbing the head till he’s dripping pre-cum down her knuckles. Every time she drops to her knees and takes him in her mouth, her tongue swirls under the shaft while she cups his balls, and he groans like she’s already got him halfway there. She holds eye contact while she bobs, spit running down her chin, then stands, turns around, bends at the hips, and backs her slick pussy onto every inch until he bottoms out. Her walls clamp tight, hips rolling so his length drags over every hot spot, milking him until he grabs her waist and pounds like he can’t help himself. He empties inside her, pulse after pulse, and she stays right there, grinding out the last drops, proud of exactly what she wants.