My Homemade Movie With Stepmommy

Axel's halfway down the hall when the front door slams so hard the windows rattle. Dad's gone. Won't be back for hours. Harper's door is cracked and she's staring at the wall like she's deciding whether to scream or cry. He slides in with the phone already filming, grinning like the little shit he is. "Fuck off," she mutters, but her mouth twitches. He yanks the blanket away and grabs both tits at once - fat, heavy, warm. Harper's head tips back even as she whispers, "This is wrong." Axel's fingers are already between her thighs, spreading, rubbing. She's soaked. No surprise. He pushes two fingers in and starts pumping like he owns the place. Harper's hips jerk up, chasing the thrust. She fumbles for his cock like she's starving, wraps her soft lips around the head and sinks down till her nose presses skin. Axel groans, keeps filming. When she climbs on top the camera wobbles; she sinks straight onto him, pussy swallowing every inch in one greedy drop. Her eyes go glassy. He grips her waist and pounds upward, hitting so deep her mouth falls open on a silent shout. She rides hard, tits bouncing, ass slapping his thighs until she shudders and soaks his balls. First orgasm rolls straight into the second. Her walls clamp, flutter, milk him while she whines through clenched teeth. Axel flips her onto her back, drills like he's racing a clock, then yanks out at the last second. Thick ropes splatter across her tits and stomach, warm and shiny under the phone light. Harper stares at the mess, still catching her breath. "Get the hell out of my room," she hisses, voice hoarse, and shoves him toward the door.