Is It Wrong She's My Stepmom? Vol. 3 - Scene 4

The screen fogs with their heat. Forbidden want drives every thrust. Each stroke draws them closer to the hunger they have hidden for years. She grinds down, taking all of him. His grip tightens at her hips. Pulse racing. Sweat stinging. The quiet house fills with the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh. They push deeper, harder, reckless with the knowledge that blood should make this impossible. Yet they keep chasing it, locked together, willing family taboo into blinding release.