Standing on the bed, her face flushed while barely suppressing the burning lust in her pussy, Yasmin watched, inwardly thrilled the moment she saw Hannah go down on her knees while firmly grabbing Miles' cock like it was some kind of precious plantain.
The surreal feeling of watching a mother grab her stepson's cock—her neighbors, in fact—drilled something deep and taboo through her, and she loved it.
But it was only the beginning.
Stroking his dry shaft, Hannah leaned in and kissed the tip, then inserted her tongue inside the pee hole, scooping every bit of precum gathered there and licking her lips with a soft, slutty hum, as if to tell Yasmin how tasty his cock's precum was.
And it worked.
Yasmin's figure trembled and she swallowed hard to quell the thirst in her throat.
"Arghh."
Miles let out a thick groan, exhaling as he instinctively grabbed Hannah's hair.
