Mommy Steph craves release

The air in the room felt thick, heavy with the scent of leather and spent effort. Mommy Steph lay sprawled across the rich, dark red sheets, her fiery red hair a wild halo around her head against the crisp white pillow. The black latex bodysuit gleamed under the dim lighting, clinging to every curve of her surprisingly muscular frame. Her glasses sat slightly askew, emphasizing the wide, hungry look in her amber eyes. A generous coating of fresh cum speckled her face and chest, dripping slowly down the cleavage of her bustier. Between her spread thighs, one thick, veiny cock rested, glistening, while the tip of another was pressed right against her slick entrance, almost teasingly. A low, satisfied hum vibrated deep in her chest.

"Hah... Look at you two," a husky, dominant voice purred, dripping with possessiveness. "All this mess... and you still haven't finished pleasing your Mommy."

A slow, predatory smile stretched across those slick lips, showing just a hint of fang.

"You think you deserve a break?