James moaned when he felt his foreskin sliding over the crown of his cock head. He squeezed his hips together and pushed his man meat through the ring his stepmother had made when the tip of her thumb met the tip of her middle finger. In no time at all, he was leaking copious amounts of pre cum.
Sensing that her stepson was self-lubricating, Mai paused in the middle of her down stroke. With her other hand now twisting back and forth around the crown of his aching, throbbing piece of man meat, she gathered as much of his lubricating juices as possible and brought her hand up to her mouth.
Fascinated and almost mesmerized by what he was seeing, James ceased using his stepmother’s hand as a makeshift vagina and watched her lick her palm clean. His voice came out in a rush of wind.
“That is so sexy, Mai.”
Mai, having primed the pump of James’s sex, gripped his pulsing rod tightly and pulled the foreskin up and over the head of his cock. She moved forward until her hips were hovering only inches above his pelvis and slowly lowered her sex onto his helmeted soldier.
“Goddam, James,” she said in a voice husky with desire as she felt the folds of her outer labia being pushed aside. Having done some self-lubricating of her own, the walls of her seldom used furry furnace welcomed his sword of passion, greedily sucking it deep inside.
“Oh, fuck,” James groaned as the heat of her seething gash enveloped his sexual digit, setting him awash with a sea of new emotions.
“I’m actually fucking her,” he screamed to himself as he felt the foreskin being pushed back down over the crown. “My stepmother. My father’s wife!”
The hairy lips of Mai’s pussy made it easily to the base of her stepson’s eager penis. James pushed upwards but, there was nowhere else his steel like rod could go. It was in as far as it could go.
For a few seconds, Mai made no effort to raise her pelvis back up the pulsing shaft, preferring to rock back and forth and from side to side. It had been too long since she’d gotten any pleasure from James’s father. She wanted to feel the head of that cunt pleaser as it poked and prodded at the walls of her vagina.
Her hips rose slowly as she made the first trip back up his shaft; each millimeter of the journey stirring the burning cauldron of passion that was already threatening to boil over. Her giddiness caused her upper torso to sway like a tree fighting to keep its roots in the ground while being assaulted by hurricane force winds. When James filled his hands with her tits, a bolt of desire surfed throughout Mai’s diminutive frame.
“Oh, yes, James,” she moaned. “Pinch my nipples. Pinch them ’til they hurt.”
Gathering her elongated rubbery protrusions between thumbs and forefingers, James squeezed them hard. He pulled on her nipples like he was trying to tear her girlish tits from her chest.
A rhythm had already developed between the two of them and, as if by a mutually telepathic agreement, the speed of their gyrations rapidly increased along with their sinful passions.