Peeping Step-Tom

Gabriella wants to go out. Ruth says no until the room is clean. Gabriella huffs but moves. Ruth waits a minute then follows. At the doorway, Ruth stops cold. Gabriella has already pulled off her top and is stepping out of her skirt like it's the most ordinary thing. Ruth stays hidden, eyes locked on every bare curve as her stepdaughter bends, stretches, and keeps cleaning. Each new angle makes Ruth's breath catch. She watches Gabriella's small tits bounce, the smooth line of her stomach, the flash of her pussy when she reaches for something. Ruth's hand drifts between her legs, rubbing through her clothes. She stays quiet, but she cannot look away. Gabriella finally turns and catches her. The girl smiles, pleased, almost grateful. She doesn't scold; she wants this. She steps forward, takes Ruth's wrist, and guides her mother's hand straight to her slick cunt. Ruth drops to her knees, mouth on Gabriella's swollen clit in seconds. Gabriella moans loud and grateful, hips rocking. They move fast after that. Ruth lays back and spreads wide; Gabriella climbs on top and grinds their pussies together in wet, messy circles until both women are shaking and gasping. They switch without words. Ruth fingers Gabriella hard, two fingers curling until the girl's legs tremble. Then Ruth bends her over the bed and licks from behind, tongue fucking her until Gabriella cries out and comes. They finish on the floor, legs scissored tight, grinding faster and faster until they both break and squirt against each other.