Arched back, lace biting into heavy tits, the dark-haired stepmom kneels on the bed like she owns it. Stockings rolled just above her knees, fingers digging into the headboard, she rides nothing but air with a wild look in her eyes. How many times has she done this when no one was watching? The mattress groans under her rhythm, her ass clenching with every imaginary thrust. Dark hair whips loose as she pants, tits swinging free of the lace, her pussy already soaked through the thin fabric. The headboard rattles against the wall, the only sound louder than her ragged breathing.
