Elena opened the door to find Jake, her son's college friend, standing there with that familiar cocky grin. "Hey Mrs. R, forgot my jacket last weekend. Mind if I grab it?" She leaned against the frame, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Call me Elena, and sure, but only if you stay for a drink. You've grown up since last summer—taller, broader. What else has changed?"
Jake stepped inside, the air thickening as she poured two glasses of wine. Their banter sharpened quickly. "You always this direct with your son's buddies?" he teased. "Only the ones who can handle it," Elena shot back, stepping closer. "My son's away, and I'm not in the mood for small talk. Are you horny enough to keep up?"
The tension snapped when she pressed against him, her hand sliding down to feel his cock already hard through his jeans. "Looks like yes," she murmured, dropping to her knees with a wicked smile. She gave him a slow blowjob, her tongue working expertly as he groaned, her strong hands gripping his ass.
"Fuck, Elena," Jake panted, sweating as she stood and stripped, guiding him to the couch. She straddled him, her pussy wet and dripping as she sank down onto his hard length. "Don't hold back—show me what you've got." Their bodies moved in rhythm, her riding him with fierce control while he thrust up, both panting and moaning.
Elena came first, clenching around him, and Jake followed, filling her with hot cum as they collapsed in a sweaty tangle. She kissed him deeply, then pulled back with a grin. "That was just the start—next time, we won't rush."
But as she traced a finger down his chest, her eyes promised far more to come.
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