Gooning To Stepmom

Kate was folding laundry when her eyes landed on Leo’s stepson’s underwear—soaked, slick, and dripping with jizz. She gasped, her fingers trembling as she held the garment up, the sticky mess glistening under the light. Leo, meanwhile, was hunched over, his hands jerking rhythmically as he spurted hot load all over his socks, then proudly tacking them to the wall like trophies. When Kate burst in, her glare was enough to freeze him. “What’s this?” she hissed, pointing at the soiled underwear. Leo stammered, but she cut him off, her voice low and demanding. “You need the real thing, not just socks.” Her idea? A daring plan. She slipped her own underwear onto the bed, the fabric still warm from her body. Leo’s eyes locked onto them, his breath hitching as he sniffed, then knelt, his fingers grazing the lace. The moment he started wanking, she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Come get it, baby.” He didn’t need encouragement. With a moan, he lunged, his cock plunging into her panties, slick with her scent. She laughed, her hands gripping his hips as he shot his load all over her face, his thighs trembling, his chest heaving. The bed shook with the force of their passion, cum splattering across her skin, his hands clutching her back, his breath ragged. She tilted her head, savoring the mess, her tongue darting out to catch a drop. “There’s the real deal,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. And as he collapsed, spent, she smiled, the night just beginning.