Stepmom Needs Massage

Your stepmom's wiped out after crushing it at the gym, muscles screaming, especially that stiff neck. Lucky break—she hears you've picked up some slick massage moves from martial arts class. You step up like a champ, offering to knead out the kinks in her neck. Hands on her shoulders, thumbs digging in just right, she melts under your touch. Tension eases, but damn, things heat up quick. Your fingers wander lower, grazing her curves, and before you know it, you're massaging her full, perky breasts—circling those nipples until they're hard as diamonds, drawing soft moans from her lips. She's squirming now, eyes locked on yours, begging for more without saying a word. You push further, hands exploring every inch, teasing her wetness until she's panting, ready to dive headfirst into this forbidden thrill. Next morning, she's still buzzing from the night before. You grin and show her the real magic: how to ease that ache between her thighs, but with your tongue leading the charge. You spread her legs wide, diving in slow at first—lapping at her slick folds, flicking her clit like it's your new favorite game. She arches back, gripping the sheets, gasping as waves of pleasure crash over her. Tastes like victory, sweet and salty. Bets are off now. She's hooked, pulling you close, whispering how bad she wants to return the favor. Her mouth wraps around your throbbing cock—warm, eager, sucking deep with that naughty glint in her eye. She bobs and swirls, taking you all the way, until you're throbbing on the edge. But she's not stopping there. Green light blazing, she spreads for you, inviting that hard fuck you've both been craving. Pound away, feel her clench around you, both of you lost in the wild ride.