I'll Do My Thing, You Do Your Thing

Poor Mrs. Syren De Mer. Her husband barely touches her and Zane, her stepson, is another lazy slob who drops clothes like a tornado hit the place. She straightens up while he showers, eyes flicking to that swinging cock every time she bends for a sock. After weeks of neglect, one look turns into a full-on stare, water glistening off every inch. Zane catches the show, smirks, steps out hard and dripping. Mrs. De Mer plays innocent, denies it, but her tongue's practically wetting her lips. She bolts. Big mistake. Zane drops onto the couch, legs spread, fist pumping like he owns the room. The rhythm has her frozen in the doorway. She caves fast, peeling off her clothes until those heavy tits bounce free. One knee on the cushion, she swallows him to the root, spit rolling down his shaft while she gags and moans around the thickness. She climbs on next, slams her soaked pussy down and rides, tits slapping his face with every bounce. Zane grips her ass, thrusts up hard enough to make the springs squeak. He flips her onto all fours, pounds until she shakes, then watches her own fingers circle her tight little asshole. Her filthy talk pushes him over; he slams balls-deep and floods her greedy cunt, thick spurts overflowing around his cock until it leaks down her thighs.