...didn’t expect to walk in on his stepmom bent over the kitchen island, ass up, those thick thighs spread just enough for him to slide right in. No warning—just raw hunger. Her tits bounce with every thrust, nails digging into the granite like she’s fighting back tears or pleasure (maybe both). He pins her down when she tries to turn around, keeps that cock buried deep while she whimpers through gritted teeth. The whole time? Eye contact like they’re playing a game neither one of them should be winning...
