Mark stepped through the door after a long day, loosening his tie as the familiar scent of home wrapped around him. There on the couch lay Andrew, his stepson, curled up like the perfect wife he'd playfully claimed to be—soft breaths rising and falling, ass presented invitingly in thin shorts. Not wanting to disturb the peaceful scene, Mark knelt closer, his eyes fixed on that tender spot. "Hello there, beautiful pussy," he murmured in a caring tone, voice low and objectifying. "All tucked away and waiting, aren't you? So wet and dripping just for attention, while that hard cock of Andrew's rests nearby."
Andrew stirred but didn't fully wake at first, and Mark continued his kinky play, fingers tracing lightly. "You, sweet pussy, look so horny and ready—panting for a touch, aren't you?" The words hung in the air, sharp with intent. Andrew's eyes fluttered open then, a sly grin spreading across his face as he turned slightly. "Mark, really? Talking to my ass like it's got its own agenda? You're incorrigible."
"Only because your pussy has better conversation than most," Mark shot back with a wink, his own cock hardening at the exchange. Andrew laughed, strong and unyielding, propping himself up. "Flattery won't get you a blowjob that easily, old man. But since you're home, maybe my 'pussy' and I can negotiate." The tension built as they bantered, Andrew's wit matching Mark's, sweat starting to bead on their skin from the rising heat.
Hands roamed with purpose; Mark freed his throbbing cock while Andrew shed his shorts, exposing everything. "Look how wet you are," Mark teased, voice husky. "This pussy's dripping for me." Andrew arched, not submissive but commanding. "Then stop chatting and fuck it—make me come." Mark obliged, sliding in deep, their bodies syncing in a sweaty rhythm as Andrew's cock rubbed against the couch, both panting with need.
The climax hit hard: Mark thrust faster, gripping Andrew's hips as he came with a groan, filling that tight pussy with hot cum. Andrew followed, his own release spilling as he moaned, "Fuck, yes—your cock feels perfect." They collapsed together, breathing heavy, the air thick with satisfaction.
Mark pulled Andrew close, kissing his shoulder. "You're full of surprises, even half-asleep."
Andrew smirked, already hinting at more. "Don't get too comfortable—this pussy has plans for round two tomorrow."
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