No warning. No time to react. The moment he walks in, she’s already got him by the belt—tongue swirling around his shaft like she’s been waiting years. Gagging down every inch, then flipping onto all fours without a word, pulling him into that tight ass while he grips her hips hard enough to leave marks. Stepson doesn’t know whether to fuck or run as she takes control: slow at first, just teasing with those cheeks clenching around him, then slamming back so fast the headboard rattles. When he finally lets go deep inside her throat again, she turns just in time for that hot load to splash across her lips and chin—no hand wiping it away. This isn’t roleplay.
