Bent over the red couch with her patterned silk pajamas yanked down to her knees, the dark-haired stepmom parts her thick thighs and lets him feast. His tongue works slow circles around her clit before diving deep, her back arching as wet sounds fill the room. Switching to her knees, she grips the armrest and grinds back against his mouth, moaning low and losing all rhythm. When he finally flips her onto her back, she pulls him close by his hair and whispers filthy requests in a language that sounds like promises. The patterned rug beneath them bunches up as her hips lift off the cushions, chasing every flick of his tongue until her thighs tremble and her breath comes in short gasps.
