You weren’t supposed to walk in. But there you are—door cracked, breath held—as your stepmom straddles Dad on the bed, thick thighs shaking with every thrust. Purple lace torn at the waistband reveals that swollen pussy already dripping down his balls. She knows you’re there but doesn’t stop—just bites her lip and grinds harder when he groans. First it’s cowgirl until her tits bounce free from her top, then she flips onto all fours while he slams into that deep asshole you only caught a glimpse of last summer.
