Milf Armani Black teases Stepson, “Are You Looking at My Pussy? ” – S7:E10

The sun beats down on the poolside, its rays glistening off the rippling water and tanned skin. Armani Black, a veteran MILF, relaxes on a lounge chair, her voluptuous curves barely contained by a skimpy bikini. She stretches languidly, her ample bust straining against the flimsy fabric.

Enter Armani’s stepson, a young stud with a wandering eye and a mischievous grin. He approaches, his gaze immediately drawn to the tantalizing sight before him. Armani catching him looking, shoots him a knowing smirk. “Caught you staring at my tits again, didn’t I?”

The young man, taken aback, stammers a feeble denial. But Armani just laughs, a sultry sound that sends shivers down his spine. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t mind. In fact…” She traces a finger along the edge of her bikini top, her meaning clear.

Emboldened, the young man steps closer, his eyes drinking in every curve and dip of her body. Armani sits up slightly, her breasts jiggling invitingly. “Like what you see, baby?” Her voice is a purr, thick with promise.

The young man’s mouth goes dry. He nods, unable to tear his eyes away from her exposed cleavage. Armani chuckles, leaning back and crossing her legs. “Why don’t you come sit with me then? Give me a massage.” It’s not a request.

Feverish with desire, the young man settles himself behind her. His hands glide over her shoulders, massaging the tension away. But his touch lingers, drifting lower and lower. Armani makes no move to stop him.

As his hands travel down her back, he hooks his fingers in the string of her bikini top. With a flick of his wrist, he undoes the knot, allowing the fabric to fall away. Armani gasps, arching her back in a blatant invitation.

The young man’s hands cup her bare breasts, kneading the soft flesh. He rolls her nipples between his fingers, drawing moans from her. “That’s it, baby. Touch me,” Armani urges, her voice husky with desire.

One hand trails lower, snaking into the waistband of her bikini bottoms. Armani spreads her legs slightly, granting him access. He cups her mound, feeling the heat of her arousal.

“Fuck,” he groans, his cock straining against his swim trunks. Armani reaches back to palm him through the fabric, a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Let’s take these off, shall we?” She hooks her thumbs in his waistband and tugs downwards. His erection springs free, thick and hard and ready.

Armani wraps a hand around his shaft, stroking slowly. “Such a big boy,” she coos appreciatively. She guides him towards her soaked entrance, teasing him with the promise of release.

The young man thrusts forward, sinking into her welcoming heat. Armani gasps at the sudden fullness, her walls clenching around him. “Yes, fuck me,” she demands, setting a fast, hard pace.

The young man pounds into her, lost in the feel of her tight pussy. Armani meets his thrusts eagerly, pushing back to take him deeper. They move together in a frantic rhythm, the sounds of moans and bodies slapping together filling the air.

Armani reaches down to rub her clit, heightening her pleasure. The young man leans over to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting the sensitive bud. The double stimulation pushes Armani over the edge.

She comes with a scream, her pussy spasming around the young man’s cock. The sensation triggers his own climax, and he spills himself deep inside her with a groan of completion.

They collapse together on the lounger, slick with sweat and satisfaction. Armani turns her head to look at him, a satisfied smile on her face. “Mmm, I knew you’d be a good fuck,” she purrs.

The young man grins lazily back at her. “And I had no idea what I was missing, until now.”

Armani just laughs, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “Oh, trust me baby. This is just the beginning.”