Didn’t Expect to See Your Stepmom’s Ass on Your Couch

Peeking through the crack in the door, she’s already wet when she sinks down onto his lap, thighs trembling as he fingers her from behind. No panties—just smooth skin sliding against leather couches while she moans like this is exactly where she belongs. His hands grip her hips, pulling her deeper with every thrust until her nails dig into the fabric above them. The air smells like sweat and something forbidden.