Jack and Jenna pulled up to the sleek Manhattan brownstone, the summer air thick with promise. "Mom, Dad, this is Jack," Jenna announced as Becky Williams swept in, her sharp eyes locking onto Jack with a knowing smirk. John clapped Jack's shoulder before excusing himself to the study. Becky lingered, her voice a velvet blade. "So, college boy, you think you can keep up with my daughter in this city? Or are you just here for the free bed and board?" Jack grinned, matching her wit. "Depends, Mrs. Williams. Is the bed as firm as your reputation for running the boardroom?" Becky laughed, low and throaty. "Call me Becky. And firm is an understatement—much like your confidence. Careful, or I might test it." Tension crackled over dinner, their banter sharp and laced with heat. Later, as Jenna napped, Becky cornered Jack in the guest room. "You're horny, aren't you? I can see it in your eyes." She pushed him against the wall, strong hands unbuckling him. His cock sprang hard into her grip. "Let's see if you can handle a real woman." Becky dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling as Jack groaned. She rose, shedding clothes, her ass firm and inviting. "Fuck me now," she commanded, guiding his hard cock into her wet, dripping pussy. They moved frantically, sweating and panting, her riding him with fierce control until he came deep inside, cum mixing with her own release in an explosive climax that left them both gasping for more.
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