Ciara is home alone, again. Pops is out playing poker, again. And she is horny as Hell, again. She’s already dressed for bed but is pacing the floor like a caged tigress. Lightbulb moment...call Jeff. This won’t be the first time that he’s been called to the rescue. They actually talk so often that they call each other “friends” on the phone, just in case Pops is home. Jeff has never really gotten along with his Pops, but he sure does like Pops’ new wife! Ciara thinks about it, but just for a sec…she is so hot now that she strips off her silk robe and discards it on the floor. Another anxious moment and she makes the call. Jeff tells Ciara that he is in the area and will be right over. She grinds her wet pussy and swollen clit with her fingers in lusty anticipation. That young man has some fine, fine, fine cock. Jeff arrives quietly and walks up behind her, immediately reaching for those perfect DDs, while she grinds her ass into his bulging crotch. Jeff pulls her lacy bra aside so that he can see her perfect nipples and breasts, then slides the little black thongs down her quivering thighs so that he can sit her cute ass on the counter. Ciara spreads her legs wide for him, one stiletto on the sink, the other wrapped around his waist. Jeff massages her pussy, spreading her swollen lips wide to see her lusciousness deep inside. She moans deeply as he begins to lick the nectar from her pulsing clit, then shove his tongue deep into her sweet syrupy pussy. Ciara can hardly wait to feel him inside her. She glides down from the countertop and onto her knees t take his massive throbbing cock into her hungry mouth. She caresses his shaft and sucks him in…a bit of pre-cum waiting for her. Up and down, in and out, teasing with her tongue, beautiful blue eyes looking into his as she sucks him to the point of…almost...........