Edging Lessons: I Could Barely Last When We Fucked in the Car

I always blew my load way too fast—big deal? It's not like I was banging a parade of girls; I'd just nut quick and be done. But when my stepmom caught wind of my "issue," she got way too invested. Next thing I knew, she was on her knees, her hot lips wrapped tight around the swollen head of my throbbing cock, sucking like she wanted to drain every drop of my soul right then and there. Fuck, it felt like pure heaven exploding in my veins. "You need to learn edging, baby," she purred, pulling back with strings of spit connecting her tongue to my tip. "Last longer. Fight that urge to explode." She made it her mission to train me, turning my quick-trigger dick into a stamina machine. Then she yanked my pants down, hiked her skirt, slid her soaked panties aside, and impaled herself on me right there in the car—windows fogging up, anyone on the street able to peek in and see her juicy ass bouncing as she rode me hard. I clenched every muscle, balls aching, fighting like hell to hold back that massive load as she ground down, milking me mercilessly...