I kept pounding my stepmother with brutal, machine-like relentlessness. The sounds of our bodies slamming together, her moans, and our ragged breaths filled the steamy bathroom.
Half an hour passed, then a full hour. I lost count of how many times I came—sometimes inside her warm womb, sometimes between her full breasts, other times on her sexy back, or defiling her elegant face with my white release. But strangely, Gwenneth still hadn't returned.
Curiosity began to gnaw at me. Was it really possible that Gwenneth didn't suspect a thing? Her mother had been missing for hours in the bathroom with all these suspicious noises, and she didn't even bother to check? Or... was something else going on?
Even so, my lust hadn't subsided. After Delilah cleaned my cock with her mouth, I laid her down on the floor and mounted her again, thrusting into her from the front. I rained down on her incessantly, as if trying to expend all my pent-up resentment and frustration onto her body.
