The summer heat clung to the air like a lover's breath as Alexey arrived at Ksenia's sprawling villa with his mother Olga. At 19, he was all lean muscle and restless energy, but Ksenia, 36 and radiating untamed confidence, had no intention of playing the polite hostess. Olga barely unpacked before jetting off for business, leaving them alone. Ksenia had caught glimpses of his secret rituals—those stolen moments with her photos—but she held the power now.
"Caught you staring again, Alexey," Ksenia purred, leaning against the doorframe in a silk robe that clung to her curves. "Your mom's gone. No more hiding behind fantasies."
Alexey, fresh from a shower and still towel-clad, flushed but met her gaze. "I... I didn't mean for you to know."
She laughed, sharp and witty, stepping closer. "Oh, darling, your cock doesn't lie. Hard already? I've been dripping wet thinking about that eager mouth of yours. Come here."
He dropped the towel, standing naked and vulnerable. Ksenia didn't submit—she commanded. "On the bed. Watch me." Her fingers slipped between her thighs, teasing her wet pussy as she panted, "Feel how horny I am for you? This ass has been waiting for a real man."
Alexey kissed her fiercely, but she pulled back with a smirk. "Not so fast. You want lessons in love? Beg for it. Teach me what that tongue can do first." She guided him, strong hands in his hair, as he explored. "That's it—lick my clit like you mean it."
Sweating and panting, she straddled him, her pussy grinding against his throbbing cock. "Condoms, now," she demanded, ripping one open with her teeth. "I'm not submissive, boy. I'll ride you until you come screaming my name." She slid down, taking him deep, her ass bouncing as the explosive rhythm built—wet, dripping, and utterly consuming.
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