Didn’t mean to walk in. Didn’t expect to see her—redhead mommy bent over the armrest of the couch, stockings halfway down her thighs while some boy grinds into her from behind. Tits swinging free, hair messy like she just came too fast. Then she turns around and pulls him onto her lap—no condom, no shame—and starts riding him right there on the cushions. Whispers dirty things that make you wonder how many times this has happened before.
