Your Dad Didn't Cheat, I Did...

Parker Sims walks through the door and Danae meets him with that look—the kind that says she's been waiting. He starts hunting for snacks, opens a drawer he shouldn't, and bam: used condom staring back at him. Being the good guy he is, Parker grabs it and goes to his stepmom like, 'Dad's cheating.' Danae takes one glance and laughs. 'That ain't your dad's,' she tells him. She confesses the rubber's hers—she's the one stepping out. Parker goes stiff. She begs him to keep quiet, then makes him a better offer: why snitch when they can make their own secrets? He hesitates until she peels her top off and lets those fat pierced tits spill free. His face plants right between them, motorboating like he was born to do it. She drops to her knees, yanks out his cock, and goes to work—sucking, stroking, loud and sloppy. Next thing he knows she's bent over, screaming while he sinks in. Danae rides him like she's trying to break the furniture, then he spins her around and pounds her from behind until she creams all over his dick. He keeps her cumming until her legs shake, and when he's ready she drops again, tongue out, and swallows every drop he shoots down her throat.