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Holly’s spent the whole afternoon sweating over the stove for Tony and his buddies. Now she just wants to kick her feet up, click on her soap, and zone out. Tony’s glued to the remote, zeroing in on some loud action flick. Holly snatches it, barking about seniority. Tony gives in—sort of. He plops down, tugs her legs across his lap, and digs his thumbs into her arches. She tells herself the foot rub doesn’t count as anything dirty. Tony’s fingers say otherwise. He coaxes her onto her back, pushes her tank up, and pops the clasp on her bra like it’s no big deal. Holly yelps, but the pressure feels good, so she stays quiet. Next thing she knows, her fist is pumping Tony’s stiff cock. He grins, says she owes him a proper thank-you. Holly rolls her eyes, but she spits on her palm and keeps stroking. Tony tweaks a nipple, egging her on, betting she can’t take him all the way in her mouth. Pride kicks in. Holly sinks down, lips stretched, throat flexing, gagging just enough to prove a point. That wet heat isn’t enough. She swings a leg over, sinks onto him with a slow, stubborn grind. Her pussy clamps and flutters, every inch worked open by her own son. She cums fast, voice cracking, and Tony follows right after, blasting thick ropes across her tongue while Holly swallows and smirks like it was her idea all along.
Holly’s spent the whole afternoon sweating over the stove for Tony and his buddies. Now she just wants to kick her feet up, click on her soap, and zone out. Tony’s glued to the remote, zeroing in on some loud action flick. Holly snatches it, barking about seniority. Tony gives in—sort of. He plops down, tugs her legs across his lap, and digs his thumbs into her arches. She tells herself the foot rub doesn’t count as anything dirty. Tony’s fingers say otherwise. He coaxes her onto her back, pushes her tank up, and pops the clasp on her bra like it’s no big deal. Holly yelps, but the pressure feels good, so she stays quiet. Next thing she knows, her fist is pumping Tony’s stiff cock. He grins, says she owes him a proper thank-you. Holly rolls her eyes, but she spits on her palm and keeps stroking. Tony tweaks a nipple, egging her on, betting she can’t take him all the way in her mouth. Pride kicks in. Holly sinks down, lips stretched, throat flexing, gagging just enough to prove a point. That wet heat isn’t enough. She swings a leg over, sinks onto him with a slow, stubborn grind. Her pussy clamps and flutters, every inch worked open by her own son. She cums fast, voice cracking, and Tony follows right after, blasting thick ropes across her tongue while Holly swallows and smirks like it was her idea all along.