Bent over the bathroom sink with her skirt hiked up, the silver-haired stepmom pushes the toy deep and grinds against the counter edge. Her dark eyes squeeze shut as she works it faster, thighs trembling against the cold tile. A quiet moan escapes her lips before she pulls it out, glistening and dripping, and presses it against her clit again. How long can she last before her knees give out? The mirror fogs up as she loses control, her free hand gripping the faucet for balance. Bathroom walls echo with her wet sounds until she collapses against the doorframe, breath ragged and body shaking.
