Is It Wrong She's My Stepmom? Vol. 3 - Scene 3

He drives into both of them with hard, relentless thrusts. The mother gasps as he presses deeper, fingers clamped around her hips, sweat slick on her lower back. The stepdaughter moans louder, her thighs shaking. He swaps positions without warning. One ends up on her back while he works her open, veins standing out along his forearm. The other gets on her knees, lips parted, waiting for the next turn. Their voices crack, begging stops being words—just raw pleas. He keeps going, switching angles, pace, grip until the cries blur together and the only rhythm left is skin on skin.