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Massaging My Friend's Hot Mom
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Cherie DeVille struts into the massage parlor, and the second her eyes land on masseur Zac Wild, her face lights up with recognition. 'Don't I know you?' she blurts out. He's scratching his head, trying to place her, when it hits her—bam. That's right, he was her son's buddy back in high school! she exclaims. Oh yeah, now he sees it, Zac grins wide. Took him a beat to clock her since he hasn't hung with her kid since graduation a couple years back. Yeah, same here, it clicked for her too, Cherie admits. Damn, he's bulked up big time and looks all grown-up now, she purrs, eyes raking him from head to toe with a flirty wink. Well, at 19, he's legally all man now, Zac shoots back with a cocky smirk. Interesting..., she murmurs under her breath, still sizing up the goods. So..., he hopes this won't get awkward, massaging his buddy's mom? Zac asks. Cherie locks eyes, bites her lip slow and sexy. Nah, not awkward at all, she grins like the devil himself. He guides her to the table, steps back so she can strip down and climb on. As he works her muscles, Cherie's in heaven, moaning softly. Never pegged you for hands like these, Zac—pure magic, she sighs. He chuckles modest-like, thanks her, then cracks, Guess all those endless video game sessions with your son honed my finger skills to pro level. They sure as hell did, she breathes out, all dreamy-eyed. Silence stretches, thick and charged. Bet those hands aren't the only talent you've got packing, she teases low and sultry, her fingers sneaking over to stroke his bulge. Zac groans, a little hitch in his breath. Holy shit, he never in a million years thought he'd score with his friend's smoking-hot mom—is she for real? he stammers. Dead serious, baby, Cherie says flat-out, gripping his thickening cock through his pants. And you're not stressing if her son catches wind? he presses. She gazes up, fingers dancing over his rock-hard shaft, that wicked grin spreading. Well...she keeps her mouth shut if he does.
Cherie DeVille struts into the massage parlor, and the second her eyes land on masseur Zac Wild, her face lights up with recognition. 'Don't I know you?' she blurts out. He's scratching his head, trying to place her, when it hits her—bam. That's right, he was her son's buddy back in high school! she exclaims. Oh yeah, now he sees it, Zac grins wide. Took him a beat to clock her since he hasn't hung with her kid since graduation a couple years back. Yeah, same here, it clicked for her too, Cherie admits. Damn, he's bulked up big time and looks all grown-up now, she purrs, eyes raking him from head to toe with a flirty wink. Well, at 19, he's legally all man now, Zac shoots back with a cocky smirk. Interesting..., she murmurs under her breath, still sizing up the goods. So..., he hopes this won't get awkward, massaging his buddy's mom? Zac asks. Cherie locks eyes, bites her lip slow and sexy. Nah, not awkward at all, she grins like the devil himself. He guides her to the table, steps back so she can strip down and climb on. As he works her muscles, Cherie's in heaven, moaning softly. Never pegged you for hands like these, Zac—pure magic, she sighs. He chuckles modest-like, thanks her, then cracks, Guess all those endless video game sessions with your son honed my finger skills to pro level. They sure as hell did, she breathes out, all dreamy-eyed. Silence stretches, thick and charged. Bet those hands aren't the only talent you've got packing, she teases low and sultry, her fingers sneaking over to stroke his bulge. Zac groans, a little hitch in his breath. Holy shit, he never in a million years thought he'd score with his friend's smoking-hot mom—is she for real? he stammers. Dead serious, baby, Cherie says flat-out, gripping his thickening cock through his pants. And you're not stressing if her son catches wind? he presses. She gazes up, fingers dancing over his rock-hard shaft, that wicked grin spreading. Well...she keeps her mouth shut if he does.