My Steamy Story: Il voto sulla verifica di matematica bru...

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Okay, so I’m just gonna spill the tea because this is too wild not to share. The vibe was low-key tense AF after I totally bombed that math test. My mom, Eva—and yes, we’re using her first name for this, it feels less sus—she got this look in her eyes. Not mad, but… hungry. I knew what was coming, and my body was already betraying me, getting all hot and bothered.

She led me to the couch, and her voice dropped to this throaty whisper. “You need to be corrected.” She started unbuttoning her blouse, slow, like she was torturing me. When her tits spilled out of that black lace bra, I swear I almost lost it. My pussy was already soaked, no cap. She knelt over me, her skin against my jeans, and I was shaking. “Look what you do to me,” she growled, guiding my hand to feel how wet she was. Then she was sinking down onto my dick, and OMG, she was so tight. I gasped, “Fuck, mom,” and she just smirked and said, “That’s right. Your little slut.” She started riding me, hard, her hips slamming down, her nails digging into my shoulders. I was moaning like a simp, completely gone. She leaned in, her tits in my face, and whispered, “Come for me. Fill me up.” And I did, high-key seeing stars, my whole body clenching as I came inside her. She didn’t stop, just kept grinding, milking every last drop. “We’re not done,” she breathed, and I knew she meant it. Big yikes, but also… iconic. Period.