You weren’t supposed to walk in. But there she is—your neighbor’s mom, full-figured and bare-assed on the floorboards, legs hooked over your shoulders like she owns you. The way she bites her lip when you push inside? She wants this. Thighs shake as she rides you slow at first, then faster when she realizes no one’s stopping it. Slaps of skin meet slaps of wood—the bedframe creaks under her weight as she arches back for more. By the time she flips onto all fours and begs for that fat cock in her asshole, you know one thing for sure: she knew someone was watching.
