You weren’t supposed to walk in. But there they are—step-sister with her back arched, tits bouncing, grinding down on him like she owns the place. No more rubber between them now; just raw cock buried deep in that tight pussy, fingers digging into his shoulders while he groans under her weight. She knows you’re watching but doesn’t stop—just bites her lip harder and starts riding faster, creamy juices smearing all over his shaft as she gets closer. The couch cushions muffle the wet sounds of their sloppy fucking—her thighs shaking, nails leaving marks—but neither cares who hears.
