Axel Haze has been circling his stepmom Richelle Ryan like a hungry dog. He fakes an injury so she’ll put her hands on him, and she does. Works every time. Her fingers press deep, sliding over his back, his thighs, until his cock betrays him and stands up hard under the towel. Richelle freezes. She should slap him, leave the room, but instead she stays. Her eyes narrow, then soften. She mutters something about getting it out of his system, and Axel doesn’t need to be told twice. She peels the towel away, wraps her fist around him, and strokes slow at first, then faster, milking him with the kind of grip that only comes from years of knowing exactly what men want. When she climbs over his face, her thick thighs cage his head and her pussy presses down hot against his mouth. Richelle works him with both hands now, heavy tits swinging as she rocks her hips, dragging her wet slit over his tongue while she pumps his cock until he groans into her and shoots across her fingers. She keeps grinding until she’s satisfied, then climbs off like it’s just another massage. Axel lies there wrecked, breathing hard, already wondering how soon he can fake another injury.
Axel Haze has been circling his stepmom Richelle Ryan like a hungry dog. He fakes an injury so she’ll put her hands on him, and she does. Works every time. Her fingers press deep, sliding over his back, his thighs, until his cock betrays him and stands up hard under the towel. Richelle freezes. She should slap him, leave the room, but instead she stays. Her eyes narrow, then soften. She mutters something about getting it out of his system, and Axel doesn’t need to be told twice. She peels the towel away, wraps her fist around him, and strokes slow at first, then faster, milking him with the kind of grip that only comes from years of knowing exactly what men want. When she climbs over his face, her thick thighs cage his head and her pussy presses down hot against his mouth. Richelle works him with both hands now, heavy tits swinging as she rocks her hips, dragging her wet slit over his tongue while she pumps his cock until he groans into her and shoots across her fingers. She keeps grinding until she’s satisfied, then climbs off like it’s just another massage. Axel lies there wrecked, breathing hard, already wondering how soon he can fake another injury.
