Fulfilling Her Stepson's Fantasies

Aderes Quin knew the little shit was beating off to her. She set her phone up in the kitchen, then waited. Sure enough, Tyler strolled in thinking he was alone. He yanked that cock out and started stroking, muttering about her fat tits and wanting her lips wrapped around him. Aderes watched the screen and got wetter by the second. When he was right on the edge, she stepped out and called him out. He froze, dick still in his hand. She told him she saw everything—and offered to make it real, every filthy thought he had, but it had to stay between them. No rules except the obvious: no snitching.