Peeking through the half-open door of their shared bedroom, you see it: Katrin Porto—his stepmom—back arched off the mattress with her legs wrapped tight around his waist. No foreplay. Just a slow grind that makes the bedframe groan. Her tits bounce free from her lacy top as she rides him harder, fingers digging into his back like she’s marking him. The sheets are soaked before he even flips her over for round two.
