Stepmom Kiki Daire's Tits in Knock Before You Enter

My stepmom, Kiki Daire, has a habit of barging into my room without knocking, and yesterday was no exception. I was just sitting there, minding my own business, when the door flew open and there she was, standing in the doorway with her tits practically spilling out of her tight top. I couldn't help but stare, my eyes drawn to the way her cleavage was on full display. She's got these huge, round boobs that always seem to be fighting against the fabric of her clothes, and I swear, they're even more impressive in person. I felt a familiar heat spread through my body as I imagined what it would be like to touch them, to feel their weight in my hands. But before I could even process the thought, she was already talking, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "What are you doing in here?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of me. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment, but also with something else—something darker, more primal. I wanted her. I wanted to see more of her, to explore every inch of her body. But I knew I couldn't. She was my stepmom, after all. Still, the thought of her tits, of the way they moved and jiggled with every step she took, was enough to keep me up at night. I couldn't stop thinking about them, about the way they would look and feel if I ever got the chance to touch them. And as I lay there in bed, my mind racing with thoughts of Kiki and her incredible body, I knew I had to find a way to make my fantasies a reality.