Peeping Stepdad Gets Fucked

Hadley stretches out in the sun like she owns it. Jimmy lurks behind the fence, hand down his pants, eyes fixed on every inch of her. She lifts her head, catches him mid-stroke, and a slow smile cuts across her face. He freezes, expecting fury. Instead, she crooks her finger and tells him to come closer. His cock is still in his hand, but now it’s hers. She drops to her knees on the grass, takes him deep, tongue working the underside while the sun beats down on his bare ass. She pulls off just long enough to say she liked being watched, then swallows him again. When she stands, she shoves him onto a lounge chair and climbs on. They twist into a 69—her mouth on him, his face buried between her thighs—until she decides it’s time to fuck. She rides him hard, grinding down, nails raking his chest. Then she flips, pulls him on top, legs locked around his waist. Sweat slides between them. Every thrust is louder than the last. Jimmy thinks he’s in heaven until she stops moving and grabs his jaw. "You’re mine now," she says. "My bitch. One word to Mom and you’re done." The threat lands like a slap. She yanks a blindfold over his eyes, snaps nipple clamps on, and makes him open his mouth for the thick strap-on she’s already wearing. He gags on it while she laughs, low and filthy. She flips him, spreads his cheeks, and drives the strap-on in without mercy. His muffled groans only make her thrust harder. Blind, clamped, used—Jimmy finally understands the rules have changed. This won’t be the last time.