Peeked through the banister just as she was about to take that final step down—and there’s no way you’re supposed to see this. Big-assed stepmom in nothing but those ridiculous patterned sandals, ass high in the air over his cock like it belongs there. One hand gripping the rail for balance, the other reaching back between her legs as he pounds into her from behind. The creaking wood under their weight is loud enough someone upstairs might hear. She turns halfway around then, lips parted and breath ragged—pretending not to notice your eyes locked onto her through that goddamn doorframe.
