Stepmom Toolbox Tease Dirty Workshop Fuck Vibrations Spanking and Cum Inside
He was already hard. I smiled and dropped to my knees between the clutter, licking the dirt off his cock like it belonged there. I sucked him slow at first, then deep and messy, teasing him with my lips while tools rattled around us. The smell of wood, metal, and sweat made me even wetter.
Then I grabbed the power drill and pressed its vibrating handle right against my pussy — the raw intensity made me moan so loud I almost dropped it. The vibrations shook through my body, and I begged him to fuck me before I lost it completely.
He took me hard in doggystyle right there on the dirty wooden floor, spanking me, pulling my hair, whispering filthy things in my ear. I screamed through every thrust, scared the neighbors might hear — and not caring.
He came deep inside me, still pounding, while I came shaking, gasping. When he pulled out, I laid on the floor, fingering my dripping pussy with the sound of distant traffic and rusty tools around me. Dirty, real, raw — this is the kind of orgasm that stays with you.
It started as a normal day of fixing stuff in the old, cluttered workshop at the back of the yard — dust, tools, and a creaky wooden floor. I was wearing nothing underneath my half-zipped overalls, just boots and sweat, when I noticed my stepson watching me bend over the toolbox. He was already...
He was already hard. I smiled and dropped to my knees between the clutter, licking the dirt off his cock like it belonged there. I sucked him slow at first, then deep and messy, teasing him with my lips while tools rattled around us. The smell of wood, metal, and sweat made me even wetter.
Then I grabbed the power drill and pressed its vibrating handle right against my pussy — the raw intensity made me moan so loud I almost dropped it. The vibrations shook through my body, and I begged him to fuck me before I lost it completely.
He took me hard in doggystyle right there on the dirty wooden floor, spanking me, pulling my hair, whispering filthy things in my ear. I screamed through every thrust, scared the neighbors might hear — and not caring.
He came deep inside me, still pounding, while I came shaking, gasping. When he pulled out, I laid on the floor, fingering my dripping pussy with the sound of distant traffic and rusty tools around me. Dirty, real, raw — this is the kind of orgasm that stays with you.
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