Stepson's Package Over Tv Package

Dana's not watching shit on the television tonight. She's got the kid's cock in her hand, working it slow, fingers wrapped tight around the heat, pulling when she wants more out of him. Axel isn't pretending to act shy. He lets her have it, hips shifting so he stays hard for her. She drags her nails up the shaft and then palm-downs him again. Sweat sticks to the backs of his knees and he tastes metal when she kisses him—more teeth than anything. One more stroke and Dana feels him pulse. She's the one that keeps taking it further, keeps him there, spreads him open on the couch while the empty blue light of the screen runs across their skin. Just the two of them and nothing left on except need.