He didn’t expect to walk in on his wife’s mother bent over the couch cushion, ass up, fingers already buried deep. But when he slides into position behind her—no warning—she moans like she’s been waiting. Stockings ripped mid-thrust as he grabs those heavy hips and slams home. She knows someone’s watching through the crack of that door but doesn’t stop begging for more. Messy creampie right there on the blue sheets while she whispers filthy promises.
