Buddy System

Adam’s still green, Bible clutched like a shield, when his mentor James decides today’s house call needs a special kind of lesson. They hit the door, James all swagger, telling the newbie the buddy system works two ways—watch each other’s backs and scratch each other’s itches. Mrs. Carson answers in daylight politeness, then disappears to fetch lemonade. When she struts back, the robe’s hanging open and her heavy tits are fighting black lace for freedom. James doesn’t miss a beat. He tells Adam the last partner used to bend the blonde MILF over every Tuesday like clockwork, and the tradition’s not ending on his watch. Mrs. Carson climbs straight onto James’s lap, grinding that round ass while she reaches for the kid’s belt. Adam mumbles something about staying pure, but his eyes keep dropping to the way her thick nipples push against see-through fabric. James just laughs, yanks the robe off her shoulders, and buries his face between those tits. Pretty soon pants are around ankles. James fucks her from behind on the couch while Adam stands there, hard as a rock, pretending he’s not watching every wet slap of skin. Mrs. Carson catches him staring, flashes a wicked smile, and asks if the straight-and-narrow boy wants a turn breaking rules. James doesn’t slow down; he just keeps pounding her greedy cunt and waits to see whether the kid’s faith cracks before the next moan leaves her throat.