Not What It Looks Like!

Johnny walks up thinking maybe this is his day. Friend’s mom opens the door, and damn, she looks good. She catches the vibe and shuts it down quick. He still asks to use the bathroom; she tells him to lock up when he’s done and heads out. Door clicks, house goes quiet. Johnny pokes around, finds a bra she left out, grabs it, and ducks into the bathroom. Cock out, fabric in hand, he starts stroking and talking like she’s right there—how he’d bend her over, how he’d eat that pussy, the works. Vienna steps out of her room, stops cold. She listens. The dirty shit pouring out of his mouth makes her wet fast. Hand slips down, she starts rubbing herself right against the wall. Then he says her mom’s name. Vienna’s mood flips like a switch. She shoves the door open. Johnny doesn’t even flinch. Tells her it’s not his fault her mom’s hot. She threatens to snitch. He freezes. She offers him a deal: fuck her right now and she keeps quiet. Johnny would rather chase the older one, but the younger one’s right here and naked is naked. She drops to her knees first, takes him deep, hungry after using her fingers. Once she’s slick and ready, she spins, bends over the counter, and Johnny sinks in hard. Every thrust knocks her forward, tits bouncing in the mirror. Whether he keeps creeping on the mom later? That’s another story.