Your StepDad Doesn't Need to Know, Right...?

Most dudes hate walking into their dad’s mess. Chris Lockwood just got handed the nuclear option. He catches Victoria June—his stepmom, those tits barely fitting in a bra—recording herself soaked, moaning for some guy on the phone. Chris just shrugs and hits record. One sloppy money shot could ruin her marriage, but Chris wants another kind of payoff later. He spies her on all fours getting split open by some hung stranger, dark skin smacking pale cheeks loud enough to echo. When he shows Victoria the footage she laughs it off—then her robe drops. Tits spill out heavy, and she grabs Chris’s hand, stuffing it between her thighs. “Make me come and the videos vanish,” she purrs. Chris fingers her sloppy hole, then she frees his cock and swallows it to the root, drool running down his balls. Wet and ready, she straddles him, bouncing until her pussy creams the whole shaft. Chris flips her, pins her shoulders to the mattress and rails her from behind, slapping her ass red. She shakes through a loud orgasm, swearing. He rolls her over again, drills that married cunt raw, then yanks out and paints her tongue white.