Blue dress ridden up past thighs, stockings rolled down to ankles—she starts with a massage but skips the professional act fast. Stepson lies back, already half-hard from the first touch of her fingers wrapping around his shaft through his shorts. No warning, no foreplay needed; she yanks them off mid-stroke and takes him into her mouth like she’s been waiting all day. Bed creaks under their weight as she climbs over him, tits bouncing free from that tight dress now pooled at her waist. No bra either—just heavy breasts swaying while she sinks down onto his cock without ceremony. Moans get louder when he grabs her hips and starts hammering up into her from below.
