Didn’t expect to see this through the cracked door of that luxury yacht—stepdaughter in a half-torn yellow bikini bent over the lounge seat, tits bouncing as some guy pounds into her from behind. She knew someone was watching but didn’t stop. Flipped onto her back, legs spread wide, his cock buried deep between those thick thighs while she arches off the cushion like she’s been waiting for it. No foreplay left—just raw hunger and that guilty thrill of getting caught.
