Buns In The Family

Francis X was hanging at his girlfriend’s place after she’d gone to work, thinking he had the day to kill, when Miranda’s mother—Angelika Grays—glides into the living room hunting for her phone. She drops to her hands and knees to fish under the sofa cushions, her perfect ass squished tight in those leggings like it's putting on its own show. Francis can't yank his eyes away, his cock already twitching. She feels the stare, straightens, grins back, tongue caught between her teeth: “Want more than the view?” And because listen—Miranda never takes it up the back—no snug wreck-my-ass peddle—and Angelika is dead serious that Francis can slam right in. One heartbeat later she has her leggings peeled under those round cheeks. Francis pushes everything off, grabs that hot mature slit, lines himself up and starts raw, pounding her backdoor so that every full thrust jams buttocks skin against his knuckles with lewd, sticky praise filling the room.