Jack and Jenna pulled up to the sleek Manhattan brownstone for their college vacation. John Williams greeted them at the door with hearty hugs, but Becky Williams stole the show—elegant, sharp-eyed, and radiating confidence. "Jack, darling, you look positively starved for adventure," she purred, her gaze lingering. Jenna laughed it off, but tension simmered.
After dinner, John suggested a late-night stroll with Jenna to catch up. "You two entertain each other," he said, winking. Alone now, Becky poured wine and leaned in. "So, Jack, my daughter's keeping you satisfied? Or are you craving something... more seasoned?"
Jack grinned, matching her wit. "Jenna's incredible, Becky, but the tree she fell from has some serious bite. What's your secret?"
"Bite? Oh, I prefer to devour," Becky shot back, stepping closer. "Tell me, have you imagined me while with her? That would make you quite the naughty boy." She noticed his shift. "My, my—already hard? That cock of yours doesn't hide well."
Jack chuckled nervously. "You're impossible, Becky. Strong, witty, and now this?"
"Strong enough to take what I want," she replied, pushing him onto the couch. Her hands roamed as she whispered, "I see you're horny. Let's see if that hard cock can handle my wet pussy." Becky shed her dress, revealing her ass, and straddled him. "Want a blowjob first? Or shall I make you drip with anticipation?"
She took him in her mouth expertly, tongue swirling, while he groaned. Panting, sweating, she rose and guided him inside her dripping pussy. "Fuck, yes—ride me hard," she commanded, strong and unyielding. They moved frantically, her ass grinding, bodies slick. Jack came with a shout, cum spilling as Becky climaxed, both lost in explosive heat.
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