Didn’t mean to walk in. Didn’t mean to see his stepmom bent over the armrest, skirt hiked up, fingers already buried inside herself. She freezes when she hears footsteps—then smirks and crooks a finger like this was always part of the plan. No panties left behind as he drops to his knees right there on the living room floor. Thick thighs squeeze his head between them while she rides his face like she owns it—and then flips him onto the couch for raw doggy-style fucking with no lube just wetness and moans that sound too loud for anyone else to hear.
