My Mom's Friend!

Dane walks in thinking he booked an escort and ends up on a massage table instead. Kristal’s halfway through the usual spiel about the warm gel when recognition hits him like a truck—she’s the neighbor from down the block. She clocks it too, smirks, and leans in close: keep it quiet, play strangers, and she’ll make sure he leaves walking funny. Clothes hit the floor. Her ink stands out sharp against pale skin, and those big tits sway heavy when she steps into the shower with him. Hot water and soap slick every inch of Dane while her hands work him stiff. She sinks to her knees right there under the spray, lips sliding down his length until her nose brushes his stomach. Steam rises, fingers dig into wet hair. They move to the tub, bodies sliding, mouths greedy, until she’s guiding him to the table slick with gel. Tits dragging over his back, she leaves glistening trails, then swings around so he can bury his face between her thighs while she swallows him again. The camera stays tight on her shaved pink pussy, swollen and dripping, rubbing wet across Dane’s shoulders. When he’s ready to blow she pulls off, mouth open, tongue out, pumping him until he shoots across her tongue and she swallows every drop with a wicked little hum.