You weren’t supposed to see this. Purple walls, pink furniture—somewhere a mother shouldn’t be fucking her stepdaughter’s age. She starts slow, teasing that tight pussy with fingers first while the girl squirms under her weight. Then she flips her onto her back and straddles those stocking-clad thighs, grinding until the cushions get wetter than they should. No warning when she switches positions—teen on hands and knees now, ass up for whatever comes next. The way she bites her lip every time he thrusts deeper? Like this is just another Tuesday.
