Step Mom POV: Best Must-Have Experience with Cory Chase

So the step mom pov thing started as kind of a joke between us, but I swear the second she looked straight into the camera it stopped feeling like a bit. Cory was wearing this loose gray sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder, and her blonde hair was all messy like she’d just woken up, which somehow made it worse in the best way. She kept talking right to me, this low teasing voice, asking if I’d had a long day and did I want her to take care of everything. I remember the heat crawling up my neck when she leaned in close enough that the lens caught every freckle on her chest, her big tits pressing together under that sweater until she finally peeled it off and just let me look. She guided my hands in my head, narrating every little move, and I caught myself holding my breath when she climbed over and settled into frame, all curves and slow smiles. It wasn’t frantic or fake, just this steady pull that made the room feel smaller and warmer until I lost track of where the screen ended and I began. Afterwards I just lay there staring at the ceiling, kind of laughing at myself for how wrapped up I got.