Daya Dare - Fucking My Best Friends Hot Mom (Parts 1-3)

I opened the front door and my best friend’s step-mom stood there in a gold thong bikini. She asked if I’d be at her step-son’s pool party. I told her I might stay home and play games. “I have a game,” she said, “Why don’t you show me your joystick?” She pulled her top aside so I could see her nipples. We hurried inside before anyone looked. Inside, her fingers led mine to her breasts and she dropped to her knees, her mouth taking my cock like it had a point to prove. Once I was stiff she lay back on the couch and opened her legs. I slid into her pussy, slow at first, then harder, listening to her breathless moans. She gripped my hips, whispered, “Don’t tell your step-mom,” then begged me to take her ass. I pushed in gradually, every inch slow, until she gave in completely; a few more thrusts and I came deep inside her tight heat. Later she burst into my room holding several swimsuits, eager to model for the party. The first suit—a pink one-piece—barely covered her slit. I shook my head. She tried a black string bikini, still too bare. A tiny black-and-white one finally looked perfect, or maybe I was just distracted by how hard my cock felt. She saw the bulge, sank to her knees, and wrapped her lips around me. When she was ready she lay back on my bed, offering her wet pussy. I drove in hard, her cries sharp and quick. Then she flipped onto her stomach and lifted her hips; her ass swallowed me greedily. She rode me next, switching from pussy to ass as easily as changing breath. She came hard on top of me, slick heat clenching. I followed moments later, blasting another load deep between her cheeks. “Time to go make an entrance,” she smiled, sliding off. Daya lounges on the sofa in blue-and-white strips of fabric, rehearsing the next move. She wants Cory’s house and she knows what it will cost. When Cory walks in, Daya blurts her troubles—divorce, foreclosure, her step-son Caleb—and Cory offers a spare room. “Free,” Cory adds, “with one rule: you service my pussy every day.” Daya agrees instantly. They kiss hard, tongues meeting, breath quickening. Daya kisses down to Cory’s breasts, sucking each nipple, then pushes her legs apart and laps at her clit. Cory’s thighs shake as she comes, moaning loud into the quiet room. Cory takes her turn: she spreads Daya open, drags her tongue over every fold, and forces the same shuddering orgasm out of her friend. Two wet, satisfied women lie tangled on the couch, the deal sealed.