Didn’t expect to see this: your stepmom—thick blonde hair falling over her shoulders, curves for days—claiming you need ‘relaxation.’ But the second those legs wrap around your waist, stockings bunching at her thighs, you realize she needs something too. Bent over the couch first—ass in the air while she grinds back hard enough to make the cushions squeak. Then flips onto her back with a smirk and rides like she owns you. No lube needed; that pussy was soaked before you even touched her.
