Help My Stepmom

Ariella's house feels like a damn tomb when nobody's around to see how hard she works keeping the place together. Her stepdaughter Maddy's useless around here, too busy with cheer and her fancy school, but Ariella gives her a pass until the girl brings home Veronica, a perky thing carrying a bag full of lingerie. Maddy's bright idea: maybe putting Ariella in something skimpy will cool off the heat that's been building since her husband bailed on another business trip. Veronica spills lace and satin across the bed. Ariella stays guarded, arms crossed, but one touch turns into another. Veronica peels her out of the old clothes, fingers brushing skin. Suddenly the bra cups her heavy tits just right, the thong disappears between the cheeks of her ass like it was made for them. Veronica's mouth goes dry. Ariella sees the hunger, smirks, and the air shifts. Jokes get dirtier. Veronica says if Ariella were her stepmom she'd already have her face buried between those thighs. Ariella's pulse jumps. They kiss once, then twice, tongues greedy, and Ariella whispers she wants details, wants the full filthy picture of what this girl plans to do. Maddy's innocent little scheme just lit the fuse, and no one's thinking about who might walk in next.