Taking Care Of Stepdaddy

Myra’s fingers wrap right around Jack’s dick like she’s finally got both hands on the wheel. Red hair flops over her forehead as she pumps, giving the guy a full show. She smiles halfway between innocent and wicked, tilting her wrist every time she reaches the tip so the skin stretches tight, then slides back down in one slick motion. "Look at you," she says with a quick laugh, watching him throb. The rhythm speeds up—short, firm strokes mixing with lazy, teasing ones. Not ten seconds in and he’s rock hard; another moment and the first clear bead starts to pearl. Myra leans closer, tongue darting out to catch it right before it rolls off the edge, keeping her grip steady so the next stroke glides smoothly through the fresh slick. Cute grunt from Jack. A little wiggle from Myra’s hips to keep pace with her hand. She pauses once—just a squeeze at the base like she’s showing off—then gets right back to it, making sure every tug lands perfectly between easy and rough, teasing and fast, until his shaft glistens and the head looks swollen and shiny in the light. She blows him a little kiss and keeps stroking.