...didn’t mean to stay and watch. But there they were—stepmom with dark hair draped over the edge of the bed, one leg hooked around her stepson’s waist as he grinds into her from behind. Tattoos flexing on his back every time she arches up. A third set of hands cups her tits before sliding down, fingers disappearing between thick thighs that clamp shut mid-moan. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop—just bit his shoulder hard enough to leave marks when he flipped her onto all fours. Ass in the air, dripping wet for both of them...
