Years of know-how in her grip. Brunette stepmom, built frame spilling over white tank and loud leggings, works his cock right there on the flower-print couch. Hes laid back in green shorts yanked down, thighs bare, her hand pumps rhythm — deliberate pulls, thumb circling the tip. Sunlight cuts through window, hits her dark waves and focused stare. Switches pace, faster twists — he tenses under her control. Stepmom owns the rhythm, no rush, drawing it out —