The Oral Agreement

Johnny just wanted to fish. Instead he hears his step-aunt Bonnie Nix bragging she banged his dad to pay back his step-mom for some high-school bullshit. He stomps over, dick already half-hard with the scandal. Bonnie stammers out her list of every guy his step-mom screwed, but Johnny couldn’t give a fuck about excuses. She bites her lip, then grins like the filthy fix she is and offers to suck him quiet. Tits out—big, juicy, asking to be manhandled. Johnny grabs, squeezes, rolls her nipples between his fingers. Bonnie drops to her knees, tongue swirling up the vein on his shaft before she swallows him to the root. Hard and slick, she pops off just long enough to beg for a taste inside—just a second, she lies. He spins her, bends her over the cooler, and rams every inch home. Bonnie creams down his cock, gasping loud enough to spook the fish. He flips her, spreads her wide, drives her into the dirt until her legs shake through orgasm number two. She swings up into cowgirl, tits bouncing, pussy milking him, coming again while cursing like a sailor. Johnny yanks out, aims at her pretty face, and paints it thick—rope after rope across lips, cheeks, chin—sealing their little oral agreement with a sticky smile.