Spicing Things Up

Gia Milana stood in front of Johnny Goodluck holding up the new lingerie like she just bought the winning ticket. The sheer lace clung to her tits like wet paper, and when she spun for his approval his eyes dropped straight to the obvious swelling between his legs. She noticed. Smirked. "Looks like my husband's not the only one getting the memo," she said, stepping close enough that her hand could find what was pressing against his pants. The moment her fingers wrapped around the length of him, all teasing evaporated. She dropped to her knees right there in the laundry room, pulling his cock free with the kind of hunger that had no business being directed at her husband's son. Her mouth worked him hard, head bobbing with purpose, sucking until spit ran down his balls and her mascara started to smear at the corners. Johnny tried to warn her, hand in her hair. She just took it deeper, gagging on purpose, making filthy sounds that echoed off tile. When he finally let go it hit the back of her throat in thick, heavy pulses. Gia pulled back with that devilish grin still smeared across her lips. "Next time don't wait so long to tell me you like the fucking outfit," she said, tongue flicking the last drop from the corner of her mouth. "Waste of good lingerie if it stays on this long."