Stepmother Tegan James has an affair with her stepson

Tegan James, the wicked stepmother, can't stand Xander Corvus when the lights are on. They trade eye rolls at breakfast, snipe at dinner, slam doors for the neighbors to hear. But the second the house clears out, those smirks turn hungry. Tegan grabs him by the collar in the hallway, spins him against the wall, and grinds her palm right down his jeans until he's throbbing in her hand. Pants hit the floor like they're on fire. She bends over the kitchen counter, spits on her fingers, reaches back to spread herself open. He slams in raw on the first thrust—wet and tight and obscene—and they fuck like they're starving for it. Sweat drips down the crack of her ass, balls slap hard, and she begs filthy for every inch while he calls her a dirty bitch in her ear. They leave handprints, bite marks, come everywhere. Then they zip up, fix their hair, and go back to pretending they can't stand each other.