Jen Teal—her name alone should’ve been a warning—is the kind of woman who doesn’t just let things happen; she makes them happen. This time it’s her son’s young friend pressed against the couch cushions before he even knows what hit him. One look from those tired but hungry eyes and he’s already hard as stone, begging for it without saying a word. She doesn’t waste time: straddles his lap like she owns the place (because she does), rides that cock until her juices drip down his balls. No finesse needed here—just raw experience doing what comes natural to women who’ve been there before. When he finally flips her over? The sound of flesh slapping is music to her ears.