Elena lounged in her silk robe, the lamp casting shadows across her bedroom as she flipped through a novel. The door creaked open. Alex stepped in, eyes gleaming with intent. "Mom, we need to talk about boundaries—or the lack of them," he said, voice low and sharp.
She arched a brow, setting the book aside. "Boundaries? You barge in like you own the place. Feeling a little too horny for your own good tonight?"
"Horny doesn't begin to cover it," he replied, stepping closer. "And you look like you've been waiting for someone to notice that wet heat you're hiding."
Elena stood, strong and unyielding, her posture commanding. "You think a few clever lines will get you anywhere? I'm not some dripping fantasy you can claim. But if you're so hard, prove it without the games."
The air thickened. Alex closed the distance, hands firm but respectful of her strength. She didn't yield easily—her witty retorts flew as clothes fell: "Careful with that cock, or I'll have you on your knees for a blowjob before you know it." Yet tension built, her pussy growing slick despite the shock in her eyes when he spun her around.
Bent over the bed in doggystyle, Elena gasped, shocked and disgusted at first. "This is wrong—get off!" But pleasure crept in as he entered her, his hard length filling her. She grunted with each thrust, body responding. "Pound harder if you dare," she challenged, voice laced with wit even as sweat beaded on her skin.
He obliged, gripping her ass, pounding relentlessly. She panted, horny and wet, her pussy dripping around him. "Faster," she demanded, strong even in the moment. He went faster, sweating, until he came with a groan, cum spilling across her back in an explosive finish. They both panted, the room heavy with heat.
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