Eli had been texting Stiles nonstop since their last hookup, his demands getting bolder—quickies in his car between classes, blowjobs in the park at night. She loved it, her pussy constantly wet knowing she had both Hales wrapped around her slutty finger. Then came the message: “Mom’s shopping all day. Dad’s on a business trip, back tonight. Get your ass over here. Wear something slutty.” Stiles’s heart raced, excitement flooding her—fucking the son in the family home again? Risky as hell, but that’s what made her drip.

She dressed like the total whore she was: a tiny red dress that clung to her massive tits, no bra so her pink nipples poked through, hem barely covering her fat ass, no panties because why bother? Heels that clicked like invitations, makeup heavy—pink lips glossy, eyes smoky. “Gonna make him cum so hard,” she murmured to her reflection, fingering her pink fat pussy lightly before heading out.