Inside the steamy bathroom, Heather remained on all fours under the running water, my cock halfway pressed into her dripping pussy, while her son stood right outside the door asking where I had gone.
The risk of the moment made her walls clench even tighter around me as she struggled to keep her voice calm and motherly.
"Alex… what should I tell him?" Heather whispered, her voice so low that only I could hear it. Even while asking, she remained on all fours under the shower, her thick ass presented toward me.
My hands stayed locked on her wide hips as I slowly forced more of my cock into her tight, wet pussy while she tried to deal with her son on the other side of the door.
"Just tell him you don't know," I muttered darkly, then shoved my thick shaft deeper into her cunt in one firm thrust.
