Stepmom Jane Doux Fucks Her Stepson's Friend

Stepmom Jane Doux called me up to her bathroom, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. She wanted my opinion on a new dress she'd bought, a silky number that hugged her curves in all the right places. My dad was due home tonight, and she wanted to look irresistible. I couldn't help but notice the way her tits strained against the fabric, her nipples already hard with anticipation. As I stepped into the bathroom, the scent of her perfume enveloped me, a heady mix of jasmine and something darker, more primal. She turned to face me, her ass swaying seductively, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the way her dress clung to her body. "What do you think?" she purred, running a hand over her hips. I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "You look... incredible," I managed to say, my voice hoarse with desire. She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised so much more than just a dress. "I'm glad you like it," she said, stepping closer, her body almost touching mine. "But I think I need your help with something else." Her hand trailed down my chest, her fingers deftly unbuttoning my shirt. I could feel her breath on my neck, hot and sweet. "I need you to fuck me," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "Right here, right now." I didn't need to be told twice. My hands found her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as I pulled her against me. She moaned, her head falling back, her tits pressing against my chest. I could feel her heat, her wetness, and I knew I wouldn't last long. I lifted her onto the bathroom counter, her dress riding up to reveal her bare pussy. She was already dripping, her clit swollen and begging for attention