Jay arrived at Monica's sprawling California villa still sore from the surgery that had finally given him the confidence he craved. At twenty-six and newly minted as a millionaire from tech stocks, he was financially set but romantically clueless, and Monica—former film star, unapologetic nudist, and self-proclaimed romance specialist—had offered him a place to recover. Her three daughters filled the house with energy, but it was Bella, the youngest and still a virgin, who caught his eye during quiet dinners. Monica's laughter was sharp as she paraded around in nothing but sunlight, her body a bold invitation that made Jay's new cock twitch under his robe.
"You look like a man ready to test the merchandise," Monica said one evening, pouring wine with a wicked grin while Bella lounged nearby in a silk robe that slipped off one shoulder. Jay stammered about his gratitude, expecting their first night alone once the doctor cleared him. "Gratitude's sweet, but I'm not the prize here, darling. Bella deserves someone who knows what he's doing, not a fumbling millionaire with a shiny new toy."
Jay's face flushed as Bella smirked, her voice strong and teasing. "Mom's right. I've waited this long; I want it done right, not rushed by some awkward genius." Monica leaned in close, her breath hot. "So here's the deal: I'll teach you how to please a woman properly. Consider it hands-on tutoring before you touch my daughter." Jay's pulse raced, his cock already hard at the proposition, but Monica's commanding tone left no room for protest.
She shed her robe without ceremony, pulling Jay to the bedroom while Bella watched from the doorway, arms crossed in amused approval. "First rule," Monica purred, dropping to her knees, "a woman likes a man who takes his time." Her mouth enveloped his enlarged cock in a slow, expert blowjob, tongue swirling as Jay groaned, sweating already from the intensity. "God, Monica, that's—" "Witty comeback later," she interrupted, pulling back with a drip of saliva on her lip. "Focus on my pussy now."
Monica guided him onto the bed, straddling him with athletic grace, her wet folds sliding along his shaft. "Feel how I'm dripping? That's your cue." Jay thrust up, hands gripping her ass as she rode him hard, panting instructions between moans. "Circle your hips—yes, like that. Don't just pound; tease." Bella's voice cut in from the side, sharp and encouraging. "He's learning fast, Mom. Make him earn it." Their bodies moved in sweaty rhythm, Monica's strong thighs clamping down as she came with a cry, her juices coating him.
Jay followed soon after, his cock pulsing deep inside as cum spilled over, both of them panting in the afterglow. Monica dismounted with a satisfied smirk, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. "Not bad for a first lesson. Tomorrow, we practice on Bella." She glanced at her daughter, whose eyes gleamed with anticipation. "But only if you pass the next test."
The night air hummed with unfinished promise as Monica's hand lingered on Jay's thigh.
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