Chocolate Massage

Connor Kane swings by his buddy's place to drop off some chocolates. His buddy's mom, Pristine Edge, pulls him inside with a grin—says her son's out cold somewhere else. Boom, his eyes snag on this fancy-ass rare chocolate sitting on the counter. She smirks, explains she mixes it right into her massages for that extra kick. Kid's hooked, and she goes, 'Hey, you're already here—why not let me work those knots out?' He's all in, trailing her like a puppy to the massage room. He blurts it's his first time; she amps it up, promising the VIP treatment. Spotting those rock-hard calves, she digs in deep, kneading like a pro to chase every bit of tension away. Damn, she thinks, this boy's filled out nice—turned into a real looker these past couple years. Connor's lost in la-la land, totally zoned. Seizing the moment, she shrugs off her silky robe, flashing hot pink lingerie that hugs every curve. 'Flip over for me,' she purrs, stealing a peek at that bulge in his shorts. Her smile screams approval—she's eyeing prime real estate. He snaps to, eyes bugging at her getup. 'You rock this for every massage?' he stammers, half-panicked. She chuckles, cool as ice: 'Standard issue, handsome. Just kick back and let me handle the fun.' Her hands roam his chest, and uh-oh—tent city under that towel. She peels it back, bold as brass, and there's this throbbing hard cock staring her down. Fingers wrap around it, stroking slow and teasing. Then she dives in, lips sliding over the head, tongue lapping up and down the shaft like it's her new favorite candy. Tastes like trouble, and she's loving every inch. 'Sit tight,' she commands, swinging a leg over to straddle him. She sinks down, guiding that dick right inside her wet heat. They go at it wild—she rides him hard, flipping to reverse cowgirl so he can watch her ass bounce. He flips the script, slamming into her from behind, gripping those hips like a vice. When he finally blows, it's a gusher, painting her stomach in thick ropes of cum.