Stiefmutti lässt sich vom langhaarigen Boy in Fotze und Arsch ficken

Title: “Sultry Stiefmutti’s Sinful Encounter”

The Fucking Machine sat idly in its corner, awaiting its owner’s command. Its sleek metal frame and assortment of intimidating dildos promised hours of unbridled pleasure. Tonight was the night it would be put to good use.

Erika, a sultry blonde in her early 40s, sauntered into the room. She wore a tight white crop top that hugged her ample bust, and a matching thong that left little to the imagination. Her long legs were clad in sheer black thigh-high stockings, attached to a garter belt. Silver heels clicked as she moved, seducing the air itself.

In the opposite corner stood Marcel, a young man half her age. His brown hair fell in waves around his face, obscuring piercing blue eyes. He was lean and muscular, defined abs visible beneath a damp white undershirt.

Erika ran a crimson slicked fingernail along Marcel’s jawline. “Mmm, ready to play,newcommandtitlepage{thispagestyle{empty}sheetSymboltrueshortTitlefalsescalefactortrueheaderandfooterfalseshipoutcleardoublepage}
darling?” Her voice dripped with desire.

Marcel gulped, his Adams apple bobbing. “Y-yes, Stiefmutti. Anything you want.” He was intimidated by her boldness, but aroused beyond belief.

Erika smirked, rewarding him with a chaste kiss. “Good boy.” She turned back to the Fucking Machine, her plump ass swaying as she strutted over.

She began to strip, unbuttoning her crop top to reveal round, perky breasts topped with rose-pink nipples. Her thong slid down her toned thighs, leaving her bare. Marcel watched with bated breath, his cock straining against his pants.

“Watch closely, Marcel. I want you to learn.” Erika purred, swinging a leg over the Fucking Machine. The synthetic cocks licked at her naked pussy and ass. She hit the power button, and they sprung to life, thrusting in and out of their holes.

Erika let out a guttural moan, eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. Her hands gripped the machine’s handles for dear life. Clear fluid trickled down its shaft, dripping onto the floor.

Marcel couldn’t tear his eyes away from her blissful expression, voyeuristically drinking in her pleasure. His hand came up to stroke his length through his pants.

After a few blissful minutes, Erika hit the emergency stop button, panting. Her face was flushed, hair disheveled. “Now you try.” She ordered breathlessly, sliding off the machine.

Marcel hurried over, shirt long discarded, showing off his lithe torso. He climbed on, positioning his cock at the entrance of the synthetic hole. With a deep breath, he thrusted forward, groaning at the sudden fullness.

“Oh fuck, so tight,” Marcel grunted, savoring the tight wetness. His hips rocked back and forth, pistoning into the machine as it thrust up against his prostate. Erika watched, playing with her clit in appreciation.

“Not bad,” she purred. “But you can do better.” She spun him around, bending him over the machine. “It’s time I claim your pretty ass.” Erika lay a kissed upon Marcel’s neck, tracing his spine with a finger. Her other hand found his clenching hole, prodding insistently.

Marcel shivered, both afraid and excited. “I-I’ve never,” he murmured.

Erika drew his earlobe between her teeth. “Shhh. I’ll be gentle,” she cooed. Her fingers kept circling, delving between his cheeks. Marcel lost himself in the sensation, sundering at the other woman’s will. A slick digit breached him, massaging his inner walls. He sighed, muscles loosening.

A second finger joined the first, pumping in and out to Marcel’s whimpers. His balls drew up tight, orgasm building in his core. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, voice ragged as he narrowed in on his release. Cum spurted from his cock, painting the machine’s seat in long stripes of jizz. Erika crooned praise, helping him jack it out with nimble fingers.

Exhausted, Marcel collapsed into Erika’s awaiting arms. She held him close, stroking his damp hair. “My good boy,” she praised, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. “You’ve done so well.”

Marcel basked in her praise, head still fuzzy from his orgasm. “Thank you, Stiefmutti. That was…a lot.”

Erika winked, giving his ass a little squeeze. “And that was just the warmup.” She laughed musically, steering him back towards the waiting Fucking Machine. “Now, how about another round, darling?”

Marcel gulped, heart already beating a mile a minute. “Lead the way,” he breathed, falling into her orbit once more. He was putty in her hands, and he loved every second of it.