Idle Fantasies: In-Law's Sordid History

Christie Stevens is straightening up when her husband’s brother drops by with an old laptop he says she can keep. Sweet gesture—until he remembers the browser history is still loaded with last night’s porn he watched with his wife. He turns around fast, but when he sneaks back inside to swipe the thing, he stops cold in the doorway. Christie’s already got her shorts off and the laptop open between her spread thighs, two fingers working deep while the same video fills the screen. She spots him. Smirks. Doesn’t stop. Instead she curls a finger, beckoning him closer. He steps in, shuts the door. Next thing, he’s on the couch with her big tits out and her mouth on his cock, wet and greedy. She climbs on top, sinks down slow, rides him hard while the laptop keeps playing. Then his phone rings—wife on the line. Christie clamps a hand over his mouth, keeps grinding, grinning like the devil while he tries to sound normal. She doesn’t let up until he’s grunting into the phone and shooting deep inside her, pulse after pulse. They stay tangled there, breathing hard, while the wife chatters on about dinner plans.