Dude, I Can See Up Your Stepmom's Skirt!

Max rolls up to his buddy Apollo's house and steps right into Pristine Edge, Apollo's stepmom. She's up on a ladder, stringing party lights across the ceiling, and she gives Max a warm hey before he drops onto the couch nearby. They chat for a second, but Max's eyes wander under that short skirt she's got on and—holy shit—she's going commando. The sight hits him square in the pants. Apollo walks in just as Max's jaw hits the floor. Max pulls him aside and blurts that Pristine's not wearing a single pair of panties. Apollo's shocked for half a beat, then the grin spreads across his face too. Right away the two of them cook up a scheme: they'll 'help' with party setup just to sneak looks straight up her skirt. Pristine lights up when the boys offer extra hands; she never clocks the real reason. The guys trade tasks like plugging in speakers or fluffing cushions, all while ducking low for hungry glances at her bare pussy every time that hem rides higher. Later they push it—'How about a double foot rub?'—and Pristine stretches her feet into their laps, knees apart. Their stares go long and obvious; she finally clocks the drool and looks down. Surprise flicks across her face, then her lips curl in a naughty smile. She spreads wider and tells them to quit peeking and come get it. Before long it's a messy, sweaty threesome in the middle of the half-decorated living room, zero shame, all hunger.