My stepson accidentally overfilled my gas tank and it spilled over

In a mishap, my boy accidentally overfilled the gas tank, leading to a slippery situation. As a fetishist, this was a golden opportunity. I wasted no time in seizing the moment, instructing him to clean up the mess. It was a tantalizing sight, watching him on his knees, eagerly lapping up the gasoline from my big, round ass. His eyes, filled with lust and anticipation, mirrored mine as he began to explore further. His tongue danced over my skin, teasing and tempting me. I could feel the heat of his desire through the fabric of my clothes. The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with our shared arousal. Finally, I allowed him to touch me, his hands exploring every inch of my body. His touch was gentle, yet firm, sending shivers down my spine. The climax was explosive, his release painting my body with his essence. The sight of his cum on my skin, the taste of his release on my tongue, left me breathless. It was a perfect end to a perfect scene, a testament to the power of fetish and desire.