Stepdaughter's Sprung A Leak

Selma is getting handsy with Brian when Dave walks by and clocks the scene. He boots Brian out on the spot—no getting laid on his watch. Selma storms off horny as hell, pussy throbbing and no relief in sight. She finds release any way she can: humping the arm of the couch, grinding on a doorknob, even jamming the corner of her stepdad’s weight bench against her clit. Each time she cums she leaves fat, glistening streaks of squirt on everything. Dave spots the wet marks first—on the ottoman, the banister, his kettlebell—and his face twists in disgust until he kicks open Selma’s door and gets sprayed, a clear arc catching him right in the chest. Before he can open his mouth she shoves her soaked cunt at him, pulls his shorts down, and sits on the hard cock she’s been teasing herself with. Dave stops pretending to give a fuck; he bends her over the dresser and slams into her, slap after loud slap of skin. Every other thrust she soaks him and the floor all over again until both their legs are shiny with it. He flips her onto her back, pins her knees by her ears, and keeps drilling until her next squirt splashes across his abs and the sheets are ruined. He blows deep, paints her pulsing insides, then keeps pumping because she’s still leaking around his shaft. When he finally pulls out, her gaping cunt drools one last fat spurt onto his spent balls.