You weren’t supposed to see this. But there she was—full-figured stepmom bent over the coffee table, tits jiggling as she grinds down on something thick enough to split her open. Didn’t even flinch when you walked in; just grabbed your wrist and shoved your fingers inside her while she gagged on whatever toy was stuffed in her mouth. Hair pulled back so hard you could see the roots bleeding, then flipped onto all fours for a pounding that rattled the furniture. No lube? Doesn’t matter—she’s soaked from watching that scene again.
