Only One Bed

Jodie Johnson and his stepmom Lola Pearl finally drag themselves into that hotel room after one hell of a long drive. He's beat, eyes heavy, just craving some crash time. But bam—only one bed. Lola's already pissy, kicking off her shoes and griping about her aching feet. Jodie's like, whatever, let's just sack out. She marches to the desk, demands a fix, but nope, that's the last room available right now. Exhausted, Lola shrugs it off. She peels off her clothes down to her bra and panties, giving Jodie these sneaky peeks he can't resist—damn, his stepmom's got curves that kill. He plays the gentleman: 'Want me to rub those feet?' She sighs yes, sinks back, lets him work her tired soles. Feeling bold, Lola flips it: 'Your turn, kid—I'll scratch that back.' Her hands glide over his ripped young frame, and whoa, she feels the heat building. That spark hits hard; she's getting wet just from the touch. Grinning sly, she yanks his stiff cock free from those pajamas. Holy shit, both hands barely wrap around it—she's impressed, eyes wide. Then, mischief mode: she slides her soft, smooth soles over his throbbing dick, pumping away with a killer footjob that has him groaning. But Lola's fired up now, no holding back. She dives in, lips locking around his cock, sucking like it's her new favorite treat. Straddling him quick, she sinks down, her hungry pussy swallowing every inch of his manhood. Jodie takes charge, flips her over, bends that hot stepmom ass high and pounds her from behind—each slam making her cheeks ripple like waves in a storm. He rocks her world till she shudders through a few screaming orgasms, body quaking. Finally, she pulls back, kneels eager: 'Paint my face, stud.' He unloads, hot and heavy, and they collapse, spent and grinning, ready for that deep, satisfied sleep.