My Clueless Stepmom Has The Wrong Remote!

Tina has the place to herself, so she strips down and slips her new remote-controlled plug up her ass right there in the living room. She’s sprawled on the couch, legs wide, remote in hand, giving herself nice little pulses. Then her stepmom Carrie barges in early. Tina bolts behind the couch, bare-assed and clutching her knees, forgetting the damn remote on the coffee table. Carrie eyes it, thinks it’s some fancy house controller, and starts tapping buttons like she owns the place. First press sends a steady buzz straight into Tina’s hole. She slaps a hand over her mouth, hips twitching. Carrie clicks another. The vibrations climb. Tina bites her lip, knees knocking; a shaky moan leaks out anyway. “Music?” Carrie says, amused. She turns it higher. Tina’s thighs are shaking now. Every pulse makes her ass clench around hot silicone, slick dripping down the backs of her legs. Carrie hits a pattern button and the toy starts throbbing in deep rolls. Tina whimpers louder, one hand grabbing a couch cushion like it might save her. Enough. Tina pops up, flushed, nipples hard, legs unsteady. The plug’s still humming away inside her. Carrie stares at the slick toy wedged between her cheeks, eyebrows shooting up. “Jesus, that thing’s serious,” Carrie laughs, but her eyes are hungry. Tina shoves the remote into her stepmom’s hand, voice ragged. “Finish what you started.” Carrie’s grin turns wicked. She thumbs the highest setting and watches Tina fold forward, moaning into the cushions as the toy goes wild inside her.