You walk into your stepmom’s place after she texts you about a “leaky faucet,” but there’s no sink problem—just her, looking desperate and needy. She admits her husband’s always gone, and she’s been craving something only you can give her. She teases you about the tension between you two, her hands wandering as she whispers, “Anal isn’t cheating.” You try to resist, but she’s persuasive—her tight little secret is too tempting to ignore. Before you know it, she’s on her knees, promising this will be your dirty little routine whenever her man’s away.
