Peeking through the half-open door shouldn’t have been this good. His stepmom—thick thighs pressed together under that too-tight nightgown—wasn’t supposed to notice him standing there. But when she turns those dark eyes toward the crack in the wood? She knows. Smirks like it’s a game before backing onto the bed, knees sinking into sheets still warm from earlier. No warning, no hesitation—just cock sliding deep while her nails dig into his ass for leverage. The headboard thumps against the wall with every thrust, her tits bouncing free of that flimsy fabric now tangled around one arm.
