Cynthia Isn't Real, But I Am!

I was mid-raze on this boss when my step-aunt walked straight into my screen. She was babbling about who-knows-what until she casually dropped the name Cynthia—my pocket pussy. Suddenly she had my full attention. Calls herself the chill step-aunt, right? So when she asked me to show her how Cynthia works, I called her fucking bluff. She didn’t flinch. Told her to watch close as I slid my hard cock in, and her eyes lit up. When she offered to lend a hand she took the sleeve herself, stroking it up and down, mesmerized. Felt a little weird, so to be nice I asked if she wanted to lick the real thing. She nodded like she’d been waiting for the invite, dropped straight to her knees and started sucking like a pro—head bobbing like it was some kind of contest. Next thing I know her tits are on either side of my dick, squeezing me, smacking me in the face with every pump. I was throbbing. She climbed on, let me sink inside that hot wet pussy. Then I spun her around, shoved the dress over her hips and banged her from behind. Watching that perfect ass bounce is what pushed me over—she let me flip her on her back, her tits bouncing with every shove, and I drilled her until I pumped her full. Whole mess running out of her MILF cunt. Minute she caught her breath she asked me to trash Cynthia like it was some evil talisman. Figures. Says she’s cool, then turns snitch the second she gets her nut. I laughed, pulled out, grabbed the controller again. Boss wasn’t gonna kill itself.