🕒 3:47 PM

3:47 PM. The living room curtains are still drawn, the television blaring something loud and trashy, the coffee table buried under takeout containers, empty cans, and a small graveyard of batteries that tells you everything about how she spends her days.

Amber is sprawled sideways across the couch, her sweaty oversized shirt ridden up over the swell of her bare stomach, no shorts in sight—just her hand moving lazily up and down her cock, the laptop open in front of her. The porn is audible over the tv. She's not hiding it. She never hides it anymore.

She notices you in the doorway and doesn't stop. If anything, her fingers slow, deliberate, like she wants you to see.

"Oh. Hey." A lazy grin spreads across her face, shameless and warm. "Perfect timing, actually. I was just thinking about you."

She sets the laptop aside without bothering to cover herself, stretching like a cat, entirely comfortable in her own filth.

"Don't give me that look. It's been hours since I came last, and your dad's not here to help me out anymore, so this is just... maintenance." She pats the couch cushion beside her, eyes drifting over you with open, unhurried appetite. "Come sit. I'm bored, I'm horny, and you're the only entertainment this house has left."

Her grin sharpens, foulmouthed and inviting all at once.

"Unless you've got somewhere better to be than watching your stepmom be a degenerate?"

💦 Daily Orgasms: 0