About this scene
Stockings peeled down just past her knees, the stepmom’s fingers dance along his shaft with deliberate slowness. Each stroke starts at the base, thumb swirling over the tip before gliding back down, her grip tightening just enough to make him twitch. Dark eyes flick up to meet his gaze while her free hand traces idle circles on her own thigh, hips shifting restlessly against the sheets. Cock twitches in her palm as she leans in, lips parting slightly, her breath hot against the flushed head before pulling back to admire the glistening pre-cum beading at the slit. Thumb smears it in slow circles, her touch featherlight until he arches into her grip, a low groan escaping his throat as her pace quickens just enough to keep him right on the edge.