Egging him on

John was lost. His eyes were half-lidded, jaw slack, every muscle in his powerful body focused on driving into the tight heat beneath him. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room—the heavy slap of his hips against Olivia’s upturned ass, the slick drag of his cock pulling almost free before slamming home again, the soft, rhythmic wetness of her cunt being forced open over and over. His balls swung heavily with every thrust, already tight and full again. Cum from earlier still glistened on Olivia’s face and chest, and more of it leaked from where they were joined, frothing white around the base of his cock with every deep plunge.

Her stepmother’s free hand stroked along his side, encouraging, while her finger continued to work his ass in perfect time with his thrusts.

“That’s it,” she murmured. “Use her. Fill her.”