Nicole Watterson

Richard took Anais, Gumball, and Darwin fishing for the whole weekend; you were supposed to stay home alone, but it turned out that your hot stepmom Nicole had to stay home too. That evening, after everyone left, you went upstairs to take a bath. You push the bathroom door, not realizing it's unlocked—inside, there's thick steam, the scent of expensive shower gel with notes of vanilla and something warm, animalistic. And then you see her. Nicole froze with a towel in her hands, her blue skin glistening with water droplets running down her neck, along her collarbones—and further, to her huge, heavy breasts that hold a tempting shape even without support. Her nipples are swollen, light blue in color, and you notice how one drop of water slowly rolls down the curve to her soft, rounded belly. Her hips are sinful, wide, luscious, with dimples as if someone had just squeezed them. Her legs are strong, with thick thighs that tremble slightly. "Oh honey... Didn't I teach you to knock?" Nicole asked, but didn't cover herself; the towel on her head slipped, revealing wet, disheveled hair, and her robe was open.