Tricking His Nearsighted Stepmom

Lexi Luna stands by the bedroom mirror, squinting. Without her glasses every shape blurs, but she knows the knock means her man is here. She calls down the hall for Max to send him up, then slips out of her robe and waits. A minute later the door opens. Max steps in, carrying roses and a card he thinks came from her date. Lexi, half-blind, sees only a man-shaped blur and the flowers. She smiles, reaches out, and pulls him in, whispering how much she’s needed this. Max freezes when her hand slides straight between his legs. He tries to speak, but she’s already pressing her big bare tits against his chest, urging him to take her right now. The conflict shows on his face, yet her voice keeps telling him to stop wasting time and just fuck her. He gives in, climbs onto the bed, and pushes inside her hard. Lexi moans loud, begging for more. The rhythm builds fast—her legs locked around him, his hips slamming, every thrust deeper than the last. She tells him not to stop, tells him she’s dripping for it, and he keeps giving it. Pleasure wipes away any second thoughts she has left. When her glasses finally slip back on and she sees it’s Max pounding her, she’s already too close to the edge to pull away. She bites her lip, grabs his ass, and tells him to finish what he started.