Peeked through the living room door and saw it—her stepmom bent over the couch armrest, tits swinging free from a half-ripped bikini top. Didn’t even flinch when he walked in. Just spread wider for him, legs dripping wet as he buried his face between those heavy thighs. Then she flipped around mid-moan, straddling his lap like they’d done this before. No words needed—just hands grabbing ass as she rode him hard enough to shake the cushions. The real kicker? She knew someone was watching.
