Step-mom's hot friend

Years flew by. Xander finally catches Brooklyn in the house again, and holy hell she's hotter than his teenage memories. Same killer curves, same wicked smile, and she catches him staring like a starving man. Before she can crack a joke, he pins her against the kitchen island. Their clothes hit the floor in a hurry. He drops to his knees first, kissing his way up her thick thighs until she sighs his name, then he spins her around so her heavy tits press against the marble. They move to the couch. She kicks off her heels, lifts those smooth soles, and wraps them around his shaft, stroking him nice and slow with her toes while she grins up at him. Slick skin on skin, the pressure just right. He grips her ankles, thrusts into the arch of her foot until his breath comes ragged. Then she's on her back, spreading wide. Xander slides inside in one smooth stroke, hips snapping as her legs come up to cross behind his back. Brooklyn moans, digs her heels into his ass, milking every inch. He pulls out, smears the mess on her toes, and she strokes him again until he spills hot across her feet, grinning like the fantasy finally paid off.