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Annie looks pissed because her lousy husband can't even send a goddamn card for Mother's Day. Her stepson Axel hears everything and knows exactly what to do. He shows up with flowers, then tells her she needs more than just daisies. He's got another surprise. He passes her the bag and out comes black lace hardly there lingerie. Annie admits she lies in that empty bed daydreaming about Axel's hands on her. She grabs him first, tongue in his mouth, and promises she's going back upstairs to get dressed. Ten seconds later she's swaying in front of him, tits half spilling out, pussy barely covered. Axel whips his stiff cock through his fly and she doesn't waste time. Kneeling quick, she spits on it, tongue curling underneath like she hasn't seen dick for months. When he jams it between her oily tits she keeps pushing them together so the crown pokes out to hit her lips every thrust. Both breathing louder. She climbs up, knees braced on either side of him, wraps fingers around that hard pipe and slides straight down until his balls slap her ass. She rides like the alone nights have stacked up on her. Tits bounce right in Axel's face while her cunt clenches and squeezes. Her first orgasm hits rough. Annie shoves her face in his neck and comes loud, whiny. Now Axel stands her over the coffee table, owns that soaked hole doggie, hips smacking with wet slaps against red cheeks. Time he flips her over, Annie's legs twitching, Axel blasts cum across plump blushing breasts, paints a milky stripe from nipple to collarbone, staggers back with a grin and says happy Mother’s Day.
Annie looks pissed because her lousy husband can't even send a goddamn card for Mother's Day. Her stepson Axel hears everything and knows exactly what to do. He shows up with flowers, then tells her she needs more than just daisies. He's got another surprise. He passes her the bag and out comes black lace hardly there lingerie. Annie admits she lies in that empty bed daydreaming about Axel's hands on her. She grabs him first, tongue in his mouth, and promises she's going back upstairs to get dressed. Ten seconds later she's swaying in front of him, tits half spilling out, pussy barely covered. Axel whips his stiff cock through his fly and she doesn't waste time. Kneeling quick, she spits on it, tongue curling underneath like she hasn't seen dick for months. When he jams it between her oily tits she keeps pushing them together so the crown pokes out to hit her lips every thrust. Both breathing louder. She climbs up, knees braced on either side of him, wraps fingers around that hard pipe and slides straight down until his balls slap her ass. She rides like the alone nights have stacked up on her. Tits bounce right in Axel's face while her cunt clenches and squeezes. Her first orgasm hits rough. Annie shoves her face in his neck and comes loud, whiny. Now Axel stands her over the coffee table, owns that soaked hole doggie, hips smacking with wet slaps against red cheeks. Time he flips her over, Annie's legs twitching, Axel blasts cum across plump blushing breasts, paints a milky stripe from nipple to collarbone, staggers back with a grin and says happy Mother’s Day.
