Fucking Your Ex GFs stepMom

You show up at your ex-girlfriend’s stepmom’s house uninvited and pissed off as she's spent the last few weeks ignoring you despite it being her who seduced you that night after you picked her up from the party. She pleads with you to leave... her husband is upstairs—but you don’t care. “It's just the delivery guy!” she lies as you shove past her, grab her arm hard, and back her against the wall like she belongs to you. She tries to resist you. Her voice shakes. Her heart starts beating faster. And her body? Soaked. Begging. You feel how wet she is the second your fingers slip under her panties. “You’re dripping for me,” you say. And she is. She’s yours. She’s helpless, her hand wrapping around your young, hard cock, stroking, then taking you deep into her mouth, savoring the danger before you drag her into the living room and throw her down. Skirt hiked up. Knickers pulled to the side. That bare pink pussy on full display. You bury yourself inside her and she takes every inch like she was made for this. Like she was made for you. No condom. No mercy. You ask if she’s on birth control. She whispers no, begs you to fill her up, tells you she’s fertile, desperate, addicted. You come so deep she feels it pulsing—the hot flood of your cum filling her womb—and she doesn’t stop you. She can’t. She doesn’t want to. You slip out the back just as her husband steps out of the shower and comes downstairs. He asks who was here. “Delivery guy,” she lies again, “with a big package.” She walks past him, legs slick with your creampie as it drips slowly down her thigh.