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The temptress, curves like a Murano glass vase, sauntered into the living room in a sheer robe that left little to the imagination. Her pancake-sized nipples, as hard as uncut diamonds, struggled against the flimsy fabric. She was a Salome, a modern-day Aphrodite, and her son/girlfriend was just a helpless/commoners/step-brother with a throbbing heartbeat. He was too young to handle such pressure, too inexperienced to consume the succulent peach that dripped down her bodily curves like honey.

She climbed into his lap with the urgency of a gawker at a car crash. Her shaved snatch, glistening like an oil slick in the moonlight, hovered over his lap. Her prudent pussy engulfed his rigid rod with a commence capable of devastating a lesser man. It was a fasting forbidden fruit, one that had been tease and tormenting his bloodlust for weeks.

He stared up at her like a child gazing at area fairy, or a lamb at a hungry lioness. She leaned down, her air-tapped breasts graze his cbs. He could feel the hammering of her heartbeat, the heat of her desires, the wanton need that dripped off her like morning dew. She ravages her lips with his, a flood of lust all but swallowing him whole in its compass.

He groans at the slick ins enthusiastic desperation of the kiss. It’s as though she’s trying to unsettle his lungs through his throat. Her cheeks controls brushes his, the silk of her expectations caressing his jaw. He feels himself getting harder, his erection swelling to testament proportions. He knows that space could be read into this, that they are treading on hallowed ground. But the temptation is like a drug, the pull of her prohibited fruit irresistible.

She grinds against him, her slick heat searing his skin. She moans into his mouth, a sound of complete necessarily. He reaches up to cup her breasts, to feel the plump flesh that has tantalised his imagination for so long. She arches into his touch, her nipples hardening under his applicants. He rolls them between his fingers, relishing the way they pebble under his touch.

Her lips move to his ear, and she nibbles on the lobe. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” she whispers, her voice a susurrus of sinful intents. “I need you in me, filling me, making me whole.”

He shudders, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He knows he should pull away, should put an end to this before it’s too late. But the tenting of fabric over his lap tells a different story. His body is ready for this, craving the forbidden fruit that hovers just out of reach.

She reaches between them to unzip his pants, freeing his straining erection from its denim prison. She strokes it with a dexterity that suggests practice, her fingers dancing along the length of him. He gasps at the welcome sensation, his hips bucking up into her touch. She smiles, a cat with her cream, and positions herself over him.

With a single, smooth movement, she lowers herself onto him, engulfing his cock inside her slick heat. He groans at the welcomed sensation, his head falling back against the cushions. She starts to move, her hips rising and falling in a timeless dance. She rides him with a wild abandon, her breasts bouncing in time with her movements.

He reaches down to grip her hips, to guide her movements. He spreads his legs wider, allowing her to sink down even deeper onto him. She cries out in pleasure, the sound echoing off the walls. He can feel her walls fluttering around his cock, the telltale sign of her impending release.

She leans down to kiss him, her tongue delving into his mouth with a desperate hunger. He meets her enthusiasm, their tongues dancing in a lewd tango. She breaks the kiss to whisper in his ear, “I’m so close. Make me come. Make me forget my own name.”

He obliges, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in firm circles. She gasps, her hips bucking frantically against his touch. He feels her walls tightening around him, the suck of her snatch pulling him deeper inside. With a final cry, she comes undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

He follows soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he reaches his own peak. He spills himself inside her, filling her with his essence. She collapses against his chest, her breath coming in gasps. For a moment, they are simply two bodies, two souls intertwined in the afterglow of pleasure.

But reality crashes back in all too quickly. She pulls off of him, his softened cock slipping out of her with a wet sound. She stands up, her legs shaking slightly. She looks down at him, a mix of satisfaction and regret on her face.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she whispers. “We can’t ever do this again. It’s wrong.”

But even as she says the words, they both know it’s only a matter of time before they are drawn back together. The forbidden fruit is too tempting to resist, the pull of their desires too strong to ignore.