Banging My Busty Step-Mom's Ass

Rick froze in the hallway, cotton still warm in his fist. Footsteps behind him—too late to bolt. Marla arched an eyebrow, silk robe slipping off one shoulder like it didn’t care who saw. Instead of the slap he expected, she curled two fingers and beckoned him into the bedroom. She didn’t speak. Just dropped to her knees, tugged his sweats down, and wrapped her soft lips around him. Wet heat, sudden and greedy. Rick’s knees buckled. She hummed a laugh around his cock, the vibration sending sparks straight to his spine. A moment later she was on the bed, legs open, guiding him in. He slid into that tight, eager pussy and nearly blacked out. Marla’s nails dug into his ass, urging him deeper. She tasted of vanilla lotion and something wicked. When she flipped onto all fours and pressed a bottle of lube into his palm, Rick caught the glint in her eye. He eased inside her ass, slow and careful, watching every inch disappear. She moaned loud enough to rattle the headboard and grinned over her shoulder. "Told you I like surprises." He answered with a careful thrust that made both of them swear. Outside, a lawn mower coughed to life. Inside, nobody was taking notes on good behavior.