A la teen colegiala le excita ver a su mejor amiga culeando con su padrastro cuando hacen “tarea”

The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as the two schoolgirls, Maria and Yamato, walked hand in hand towards Maria’s house. They had been best friends since childhood, and now, at 18, they were inseparable. Maria, a sexy Mexican kindergarten teacher, looked like a petite, petite bombshell in her schoolgirl uniform. Yamato, her petite Japanese classmate, was a petite petite cutie with a heart-shaped face and a delicate frame. The two girls were returning home after a late-night study session at the library, giggling and chatting excitedly about their plans for the weekend.

As they approached Maria’s house, Yamato suddenly stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with surprise. “Oh no,” she gasped, pointing towards a dimly lit window on the second floor. “Look! It’s your padastro!”

Maria’s heart skipped a beat as she followed Yamato’s gaze. There, framed by the curtained window, was her padrastro, Antonio, naked from the waist down, his hips pumping rhythmically as he thrust into the warm, welcoming embrace of a mystery woman.

“Es…es Maria’s mom,” Yamato stammered, her cheeks flushing crimson. “She has the same dark hair and curvy figure as Maria.”

Maria felt a surge of emotions – shock, anger, betrayal – but most unexpectedly, a tingling warmth grew between her thighs as she watched the forbidden lovers entwined. She had never seen her padastro naked before, and now, as she watched him pleasure her mother with such passion, she couldn’t help but imagine herself in her mother’s place.

“What should we do?” Yamato asked, her voice trembling. “We can’t let them know we saw them.”

Maria nodded, her mind racing. They couldn’t just leave, not with the scene playing out before them like a sordid movie. “Let’s hide behind that tree,” she whispered, pointing to a large oak nearby. “And watch.”

Heart pounding, the two schoolgirls crept behind the tree, pressing their backs against the rough bark as they peeked around the trunk. Antonio’s hips continued their hypnotic rhythm, his muscular back glistening with sweat as he drove deeper and deeper into Maria’s mother. The mystery woman cried out in ecstasy, her nails raking down her padastro’s back, leaving angry red welts in their wake.

Maria’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as she watched the forbidden coupling. A warmth pooled in her belly, spreading between her legs, and she squirmed, rubbing her thighs together to ease the ache. Beside her, Yamato panted softly, her Japanese schoolgirl uniform riding up to expose her creamy thighs.

Suddenly, Antonio froze, his body going rigid as he threw his head back in a silent shout. His hips jerked erratically, and then he collapsed onto Maria’s mother, crushing her smaller body beneath his bulk. They lay like that for a long moment, chests heaving, sweaty skin sliding against sweatier skin.

Then, slowly, Antonio rolled off Maria’s mother, propping himself up on one elbow. “That was incredible,” he murmured, trailing a finger down the curve of her waist. “But we can’t keep doing this, flamenca. It’s too risky.”

Maria gasped, her eyes widening. How dare he call her mother “flamenca,” a term of endearment reserved for lovers and spouses?

Maria’s mother, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow like a raven’s wing, smiled sleepily up at her padastro. “But Antonio, mi amor, we can’t resist each other. It’s fate.”

Tony frowned, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Promise me you’ll be careful, flamenca. I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you…or to Maria.”

Something cold and hard formed in Maria’s chest at the mention of her name. She thought of the padastro she had once loved, the kind man who had helped her with her homework and attended her ballet recitals. And now he was anyone or any iked to steal her own mother away?

But even as she felt the twist of betrayal, Maria couldn’t deny the heat pulsing between her legs, the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her schoolgirl uniform. With a start, she realized that Yamato was grinding against her, her Japanese schoolgirl skirt hiked up around her waist, her panties soaked through.

“Yamato,” Maria whispered, even as her hips tilted to meet her friend’s. “What are we doing?”

“Shhh,” Yamato hushed her, pressing a finger to Maria’s lips. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Maria couldn’t argue with that. It felt better than anything she had ever experienced, even though a small, traitorous part of her mind kept thinking of Antonio, naked and sweaty, his cock buried deep inside her mother.

Bit by bit, the schoolgirls lost themselves in the throes of lust, their bodies writhing against each other as they watched the remains of Tony and Maria’s mother’s passionate lovemaking. In the end, as the first rays of dawn lightened the sky, Maria and Yamato clung to each other, their schoolgirl uniforms askew, their panties damp and sticky.

But beneath the haze of pleasure, a dangerous notion took root in Maria’s mind. If her dear padastro could betray her like this, using her own mother…well, maybe she could find a way to get her own revenge. To make him feel the same sting of betrayal that she felt now, watching him lie entwined with another woman.

Maria’s lips curved in a cruel, seductive smile as she imagined her plan taking shape. She would start by being extra sweet and attentive to her padastro, cooking his favorite meals, offering to rub his shoulders after a long day at work. She would bat her eyelashes at him, laugh at his jokes, and generally make herself impossible to resist.

And when the time was right, when she had him wrapped around her finger…then she would strike. She would seduce him, using her youth and vitality and innocent schoolgirl appeal to tempt him into betraying his own marriage vows. She would ride him hard, milking him for all he was worth, until he was too exhausted to resist her charms.

But that was a goal for another day. For now, Maria turned to Yamato, giving her friend a slow, seductive kiss. “Wanna go inside and continue this?” she purred, her voice low and husky.

Yamato’s eyes widened, but a slow, matching smile spread across her face. “Lead the way, colegiala,” she replied, her Japanese lilt making the words sound extra naughty.

Hand in hand, the two schoolgirls crept up the front steps, their hearts racing with anticipation. Little did they know, inside the house, their loved ones were already scheming and plotting their own steamy revenge.