“I want you to bend me over and have your way with me” MILF Armani Black tells Stepson – S2:E7

The sun was setting over the suburban neighborhood as young Michael walked home from school, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of his stepmother Armani Black. The curvaceous Latina MILF had recently moved in with his father, and Michael couldn’t help but notice her ample curves and fondness for short skirts.

As he approached the house, he could hear the sound of salsa music coming from the kitchen. Intrigued, Michael peaked through the window to see Armani dancing seductively to the rhythm, her hips swaying sensually. She was wearing a tight white tank top that strained against her large breasts, and a short red skirt that barely covered her round ass.

Michael’s cock began to stir in his pants as he watched Armani reach behind herself to untie her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She was now wearing only a lacy black thong and the tank top, her dark nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.

Unable to resist any longer, Michael quietly opened the backdoor and crept into the kitchen. Armani didn’t seem to notice his presence at first, continuing to dance and touch herself as she turned around. Michael gasped as he took in the sight of her perfect ass, the thong disappearing between her plump cheeks.

Just then, Armani looked over her shoulder and caught Michael staring at her. Instead of being shocked or embarrassed, a seductive smile spread across her face. “Like what you see?” she purred, turning to face him completely.

Michael could only nod, his eyes roaming over her body and landing on the bulge rapidly forming in his pants. Armani smirked, walking towards him slowly. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I know you want me.”

She stood before him now, reaching out to palm his hard cock through his pants. Michael let out a low groan, his hips bucking instinctively into her touch. “Tell me what you want,” Armani demanded, her dark eyes burning into his.

“I…I want you,” Michael stammered, finding his voice. “I want you to bend me over and have your way with me.”

A wicked smile spread across Armani’s face. “Then you better get that ass of yours into the bedroom, young man. I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Michael scrambled to obey, his heart pounding with excitement and nervousness as he made his way to the bedroom. Armani followed close behind, undulating her hips hypnotically.

When they reached the bedroom, Armani pushed Michael down on the bed roughly. “Strip,” she commanded, watching as he quickly removed his clothes until he was naked before her. She took a moment to admire his youthful body, taking in the sight of his hard, throbbing cock.

Smirking, Armani reached behind herself to unclip her thong and shimmy it down her long legs. She tossed it aside and climbed onto the bed, crawling towards Michael with a predatory gleam in her eyes. She straddled him, rubbing her wet pussy against his shaft teasingly.

“Do you like that, baby?” Armani cooed, grinding herself against him slowly. Michael groaned and nodded, his hands reaching up to grope Armani’s large breasts. She scolded him for not asking permission first, but didn’t stop him from continuing to squeeze and fondle her.

After several moments of teasing, Armani lifted her hips and positioned Michael’s cock at her entrance. She looked down at him, her eyes half-lidded with lust. “Are you ready for me to completely ruin you for any other woman?” she asked.

“God yes,” Michael breathed, desperate to be inside her. Armani smiled and slowly lowered herself onto his shaft, both of them gasping as she took him fully into her tight, slick heat. She began to ride him hard and fast, bouncing on his cock with abandon.

Michael found himself teasing Armani, grabbing her hips to slam her down onto him with every powerful thrust. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around his thick shaft, Armani moaning in ecstasy as she chased her pleasure. She told Michael to fuck her harder, faster, to use her like his personal fucktoy. The sound of skin slapping against skin and their cries of passion filled the room.

Just as Michael felt his orgasm approaching, Armani climbed off of him, leaving his throbbing cock aching and bare. “Not so fast, tiger,” she said with a mischievous grin. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his face, grinding her wet pussy against his mouth. “Make me come with that skilled tongue of yours.”

Michael eagerly began to lick and suck at Armani’s clit, following her cues as she guided him to the perfect pressure and speed. Her cries grew louder as she rode his face, her heavy breasts bouncing tantalizingly. Just as Michael was sure he couldn’t take anymore teasing, Armani came with a shouted moan, her juices flooding his eager mouth.

After she caught her breath, Armani turned around and took Michael’s dripping cock into her mouth, deep throating him expertly. “Fuck, just like that,” Michael groaned, watching in awe as half of his shaft disappeared between her luscious lips. Armani bobbed up and down his length, sucking hard and twisting her wrist as she stroked what she couldn’t fit in her mouth.

It only took a few moments before Michael felt his balls tightening, and with Armani’s name on his lips, he came hard down her throat. She swallowed every drop, cleaning him off with her tongue before releasing his spent cock.

With a satisfied grin, Armani climbed back up Michael’s body, giving him a deep, filthy kiss. “That was fun,” she purred, “but I’m not done with you yet. I want to feel you in every hole.”

By the time Armani was finished with him, Michael was limp and thoroughly satisfied, unable to move an inch on the rumpled bed. The sounds of their lovemaking certainly didn’t go unnoticed by his father, but this was only one installment in their torrid affair.