Enchanted by mom son bj

By the fireplace’s warm flicker, mom son bj paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “mom son bj.” The friction builds deliciously in mom son bj, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “mom son bj” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in mom son bj, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “mom son bj” like a prayer.