Look at you, my sneaky little deviant—sneaking away from your desk just to steal a glimpse of your filthy StepMommy. Those big, heavy tits already have you throbbing, don’t they? Go on, baby… whine and beg for StepMommy like the desperate, needy boy you are. Tell me how badly you need to spill all over yourself to these curves. But listen carefully: you’ve got minutes, not hours. StepMommy’s got places to be and you’d better not be hiding in the bathroom all day. So beg, stroke faster, and maybe—just maybe—I’ll give you permission to make a mess for me before I have to leave.
