I fucked my friend’s mom in the kitchen after his birthday

I fucked my friend’s mom in the kitchen after his birthday The party had officially begun. “Do you want a ride?” she offered. “Now, take your cock in your hand,” Sommer instructed, her husky voice dropping an octave. Her dark chocolate hair was styled in loose waves that framed her face, drawing attention to her piercing emerald eyes and high cheekbones. The blackmailer would demand more, push her further and further, until she was a submissive little OnlyFans slut. He had been so focused on the blackmail that he had almost forgotten the thrill of a real connection. “At least the door was locked, right?”

They made their way back to the living room, Ava’s ankle throbbing with every step. This was just one more battle to be won. “You said you’d double-check that… She would not let this break her. The drive home was quieter. Her makeup was flawless, her presence magnetic. You and all your nerd friends are coming. “I am so screwed.”

Her heart pounded like a drumline, and she was nearly hyperventilating. The material stretched tightly over her thighs, revealing the subtle outline of her panties with each shift of her body. As if she hadn’t just sold a piece of her soul for their relationship not to end. The drive home was quieter. It had gotten late by the time they wrapped things up—they had completely lost track of time. She wore a deep burgundy leather jacket over a skintight black dress and ankle boots that clicked with every step. Without thinking, he placed his hand over hers, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through him.