Peeked through the bathroom door just in time: stepmom’s lace stockings already shredding at the knees, one hand gripping the sink as he slams into her from behind. Ass jiggling with every thrust, tits bouncing loose from that black strap thing she wears. She knows someone’s watching but doesn’t stop—just bites down on her lip harder when he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls back for a deepthroat. Next thing you know? She’s straddling his lap on the edge of the tub, grinding so wet it splashes onto both their faces. No warning—just sudden moans when his fingers find where they’ve been playing all along.
