Aila Donovan's Stepmom Fuck: Help with a Twist

I was sitting in my room, scrolling through my phone, when I got a text from my stepbrother, Troy. He wanted me to come over and help him with something. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask me for help, especially in front of his wife, Jewelz. We used to have a thing, a secret fling that we kept hidden from everyone, including his wife. I knew it was risky, but I couldn't resist the thrill of it. I decided to go over, curious about what he needed help with. As I walked into their house, I could feel the tension in the air. Jewelz was in the kitchen, her back turned to me, her ass swaying slightly as she moved. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans that hugged her curves, and a loose top that barely covered her tits. I could see the outline of her nipples through the fabric, and it made my mouth water. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was hard to keep my eyes off her. Troy led me to the living room, where he had a bunch of boxes stacked up. He explained that he needed help moving them to the attic. I rolled my eyes, thinking it was a lame excuse to get me over here. But I played along, eager to see where this would lead. As we started moving the boxes, I couldn't help but notice how close we were. Our bodies brushed against each other, and I could feel the heat radiating off him. Jewelz came into the room, carrying a tray of drinks. She handed one to each of us, her fingers lingering on Troy's hand a little longer than necessary. I could see the desire in her eyes as she looked at him, and it made me wonder if she knew about our past. I took a sip of my drink, trying to calm my nerves. The alcohol burned my throat, but it did