Charlotte Rayn kneels down on the rumpled bed, lips wrapped tight around the shaft before she swallows every inch with a deep groan. Her fingers dig into his thighs as she bobs her head, throat working overtime while the springs creak beneath them. The white tank rides up, exposing the curve of her ass as she shifts closer, hungry for more. Her son lingers in the doorway, cock straining against his jeans as he strokes himself. She pulls off just long enough to lick the tip, eyes locked on his face before taking him deep again. The bed frame thumps against the wall, the sound of wet flesh filling the room as she works him over with without stopping.
