Didn’t mean to walk in. Stepdaughter on her knees between thick thighs, tongue buried deep while mom grips the sheets like she knows someone’s peeking. Skirt pushed up past hips, panties already gone—just wet heat and moans that get louder when she glances toward the doorway. Daughter flips onto her back mid-thrust, legs hooked over shoulders as fingers dig into ass cheeks for leverage. No lube needed here; just years of practice and forbidden tension.
