She pretends to cook in a pink bikini top while secretly rubbing herself against the countertop. Stepson catches her through the kitchen window—hair pulled back, tits bouncing as she leans over the sink. No panties visible under that flimsy fabric. He doesn’t knock first; just walks in like he owns it. Flips her around by the hips and slams into her from behind, fingers digging into her waist so hard she gasps. Kitchen cabinets rattle as he pounds up against those thick thighs. When she turns around, breathless and flushed, he pins both wrists above her head on the countertop and buries himself deep again—this time with no mercy.
