My Clueless Stepmom Has The Wrong Remote!

Tina had the whole place to herself, so she stripped down and slipped her new remote buttplug in right there in the living room. She was barely two minutes into the buzz when the front door opened—Carrie, her stepmom, home early. Tina dove naked behind the couch and froze. Her mistake? The little remote sat out in the open. Carrie spotted it, figured it ran the lights or AC, and started pushing buttons. Every click lit Tina up. The first one sent a low throb straight through her ass; she bit her lip. The second cranked it higher. A moan slipped out. Carrie cocked her head. "Weird thermostat sound." She hit another. Tina’s hips jerked; her big tits swayed and she had to slap a hand over her mouth. The third button turned the plug into a nonstop pulse. Tina’s knees buckled. She couldn’t stay quiet—short gasps, then a full-on whimper. Carrie frowned at the couch. "Motion sensor acting up?" She hit the button again. Tina’s whole body shook. Wetness slicked her thighs. Another click and Tina’s control snapped. She popped up from behind the couch, face flushed, tits bouncing, ass still humming. Carrie’s eyes went wide, then dropped to the slick black base peeking between Tina’s cheeks. A slow grin spread across her face. "Well," Carrie said, thumb hovering over the remote, "guess I started something. Might as well finish it." She pressed the button, stepped in close, and slid two fingers straight into Tina’s soaked pussy while the plug kept buzzing. Tina grabbed the back of the couch and let her stepmom take over.