Your best friend’s busty mom walks in on you mid-stroke—caught red-handed watching porn. Instead of freaking out, she bites her lip and asks if you “like what you see.” Her tight shirt can’t hide those curves, and suddenly, she’s “just checking” how real your excitement is. Her hands are bolder than her words, teasing you about “big natural ones” while hers press against you. She whispers that she’s “not used to this attention,” but the way she leans closer says otherwise. One thing leads to another, and breakfast with Tommy? Yeah, that’s definitely getting cold.
