She wasn’t supposed to be home yet. The boy’s dick was already out when she walked in—no time to hide it. Thick thighs straddle his waist, blue lace panties yanked down just enough to show off that saggy pussy dripping over his cock. No foreplay. No teasing. Just a sharp inhale and then she’s down, taking every inch like this isn’t the first time. His hands grip her hips but she sets the pace—fast, rough strokes that make the bedframe rattle against the wall. By the third slam, he’s begging for cum inside her but she shakes her head, smirking through mascara smudges from last night’s makeup job gone wrong.
