Stepson's Package Over Tv Package

Dana Vespoli ditches the remote for something better. She's camped on the couch with Axel, but the cable package isn't cutting it. Not when his dick is right there, hard and heavy in her hand. Her fingers slide down, slow and teasing at first, then gripping him tight as she starts stroking. A wicked little grin pulls at her lips. Axel shifts, hips jerking up into her touch while she pumps him faster. Her thumb circles the head, slick with pre-cum, spreading it over every inch until he's throbbing in her fist. The TV drones in the background like white noise. She's way more into this channel, the one where her stepson's cock twitches and she gets to wring every drop out of it. She leans closer, breath hot against his ear, voice dropping low. "Fuck the channels, yeah?" Her wrist twists just right, rhythmic, relentless. Axel groans. Dana laughs, soft and filthy, picking up the pace until the couch creaks and the only package that matters is the one spilling over her knuckles.