Mrs. Culver thanks son's friend by fucking him
Mrs. Culver was bent over her car trunk, struggling with heavy bags of gardening supplies, when her son's ripped friend sauntered over and offered to help. Fuck, had that boy grown up—he was all thick muscle now, and she couldn't stop staring at the obscene bulge swelling down his thigh, promising a cock that would ruin her. Hot and flustered, she invited him inside for a cold drink… and a sweaty, filthy afternoon pounding that left her dripping and begging for more.
