asì es como me despierta mi padrastro cuando no tengo ganas de ir a la universidad – Tara Rico

In the dimly lit bedroom, Tara Rico lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, her caramel skin glistening with sweat. She had been dreaming of her stepfather, a recurring fantasy that left her body humming with need each time she woke. With a soft moan, she rolled onto her side, her hand drifting down to cup her aching breasts.

Her fingers circled her hardened nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh as she recalled the night before. Papi had been drinking again, his eyes glassy and his words slurred as he stumbled into her room. Tara had lain still, pretending to be asleep, but her body had reacted instantly to his presence. She had heard him undress, the rustle of fabric and creak of the bed frame sending a shiver down her spine.

Now, in the hazy light of morning, Tara slipped a hand between her thighs, her fingers finding the slick heat of her core. She imagined Papi’s calloused hands on her skin, his stubble scraping against her inner thighs as he buried his face in her most intimate place.

With a gasp, she arched into her own touch, her hips circling as she lost herself in the fantasy. Papi would start with kisses, soft and teasing, before his tongue delved deep, tasting her, savoring her. He would make her beg, one slender finger slid deep inside her tight heat, curling against her inner walls.

Tara whimpered, her fingers mirroring the movements in her imagination. She could almost feel the scratch of Papi’s beard on the inside of her thighs, the way he would nuzzle her, inhaling deeply as if he couldn’t get enough of her scent.

Her free hand roamed up her body, tweaking a pebbled nipple, tugging at the sensitive bud. She pinched harder, imagining it was Papi’s teeth grazing the tender flesh, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to her core.

Tara’s breath came faster, her fingers moving swiftly now, pumping in and out of her clenching heat. Her toes curled, her thighs quivering as the pleasure built. Papi’s mouth would be on her now, suckling hard at her clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

With a keening cry, Tara’s orgasm crashed over her, her back arching off the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through her. She could almost feel Papi’s growl of satisfaction against her skin, his stubble scratching her inner thighs as he held her open for his mouth, lapping up her release.

As the aftershocks subsided, Tara lay panting, her fingers still buried deep inside her fluttering walls. She knew it was wrong, these feelings she had for her stepfather. But in the darkness of night, when desire and fantasy rendered reason moot, she couldn’t help but want him.

She imagined the look in his eyes as he took her, his heavy cock sliding into her wet heat, stretching her to the limit. He would fill her, complete her, in a way no one else could. His hands would grip her hips as he drove into her, over and over, his hips slapping against hers, the scent of sex and sweat filling the air.

Tara’s fingers found her clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub, her fluids coating her fingers as she moved faster, chasing another peak. Papi would flip her over then, pulling her hips up, taking her from behind like an animal in rut. He would thumb her asshole, teasing the tight ring of muscle before plunging into her, claiming her entirely.

A second orgasm built quickly, Tara’s breath ragged as she brushed her clit faster, pinching and rolling the bud between her fingers. She clenched around her fingers, imagining Papi filling her, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he spilled his seed.

With a low moan, she came again, her thighs shaking, her hips bucking as she rode out the waves of pleasure. As she lay there, coming down, Tara knew she was in deep. These feelings for Papi consumed her, filling her thoughts day and night.

But she also knew that nothing could come of it. If Mami ever found out, there would be hell to pay. And what about the judgment of others, the whispers and stares? She couldn’t bear the thought of being a source of shame for her family.

But still, as the sun crept higher in the sky, Tara found herself lying there, her body sated and her mind swirling with dirty thoughts of her stepfather. It was a dark road she walked, one of forbidden desire and secret lust. But for now, in this moment, she would take her pleasure where she could find it.

And so she lay there, her fingers resting between her thighs, her heart pounding with the thrill of her wicked thoughts. Because Papi was the one who knew how to truly wake her up.