Daddy's New Wife

Ryan walks into the backyard and stops short. Cherie is stretched out on a lounge chair, tan skin gleaming under a tiny bikini, her heavy breasts spilling over the triangles like they might burst free any second. She glances up, smiles slow and dirty, and Ryan feels his cock twitch before he can stop it. She doesn’t bother getting up. Just hooks one finger under the string between her tits and tugs it loose. The fabric falls away, revealing thick, pink nipples that stiffen instantly in the air. “Your father won’t be home for hours,” she says. Her voice is warm honey with a filthy edge. “Think we should get to know each other a little?” Ryan stays rooted while Cherie sits up and reaches for his belt. Her fingers move quick, confident. She frees his cock and gives it a slow stroke, thumb sliding over the head, spreading the first bead of precum. Then she leans in, lips parting, and takes him deep in one smooth motion. No teasing, no hesitation—just wet heat and the soft sounds of her throat working around him. She pulls back, strings of spit stretching from her lips to his shaft, and smiles up at him like she’s done this plenty of times before. “Mmm. Tastes better than your dad already.” Then she goes back down, bobbing faster, one hand cupping his balls while the other squeezes her own heavy breast, pinching the nipple until it’s dark and stiff. Ryan’s fingers tangle in her blonde hair. He can’t help thrusting, hips snapping forward while she moans around him, the vibrations traveling straight up his spine. Cherie doesn’t pull away when he gets close. She looks him dead in the eye and swallows every drop, throat working, a few creamy strands escaping the corner of her mouth and sliding down her chin. She licks her lips clean, tucks him back into his pants with a gentle pat, and settles back on the lounge like nothing happened. “Welcome home, sweetheart,” she says, adjusting her bikini top just enough to cover her nipples again. “We’re going to get along just fine.”