Fucked his stepsister thinking it’s a sex doll from RosemaryDoll 4K – pinkloving

“Fucked His Stepsister, Thinking It’s a Sex Doll” – An Explicit Elaboration

The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the cramped walls from the flickering Netflix menu on the TV screen. Maxim, a closeted foot fetishist, nervously adjusted his pants, trying to conceal his growing bulge. His stepsister, Dasha, a babysitter for the night, lounged on the couch, Amazon Prime gift card clutched in her small hand. She glanced over at her brother, an eyebrow raised.

“What’s with you tonight, Max? You seem… distracted,” she chirped, popping the corner of the gift card into her mouth. A stray strand of raven hair fell across her face, her creamy skin glowing under the flickering light. She chewed the edge of the card with her pearly teeth, ignoring Maxim’s wide-eyed stare.

“N-nothing,” he stammered, averting his gaze back to the screen. “Just uh, waiting for something good to watch.” Maxim’s heart hammered in his chest, cheeks burning red. He shifted his gaze back to Dasha, her perky breasts straining against a pink ‘Sex Doll available here’ t-shirt. The message left little to the imagination.

Maxim swallowed hard, his resolve weakening. He had to have her tonight, to enact his deepest, darkest fantasies. He reached over and grabbed the Amazon gift card from Dasha’s lips, running his fingers across the plastic surface. Her cheeks flushed pink, eyes widening at his sudden boldness.

“You shouldn’t play with things you can’t handle, little sis,” Maxim growled, a smirk tugging at his lips. He tossed the card onto the cluttered coffee table, his feet now inches from Dasha’s bare legs. Slowly, Maxim ran a calloused foot up the length of her left leg, teasing goosebumps down her flesh. Dasha gasped, eyes darting to Maxim’s.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she whimpered, her voice hitching in her throat. Maxim grinned wolfishly, his other foot snaking up to brush against her inner thigh. Dasha shivered, biting her plump bottom lip as Maxim’s right foot teased the sensitive skin.

“Giving you a foot rub, sis,” Maxim purred, his toes creeping closer to Dasha’s barely-there cotton shorts. “You’ve been on your feet all day, I’d hate for such a juicy little girl to get a cramp.”

Dasha’s breath caught in her throat as Maxim’s right foot cupped her sex through the thin fabric. Her hips lifted as if of their own accord, grinding against the expert touch. Maxim’s heart leapt into his throat at her obvious pleasure. Emboldened, he slid both feet under her shorts and moved her panties aside, exposing her wet folds to the cool air.

Dasha cried out, hips bucking at the first touch of Maxim’s big toe against her entrance. He smirked as he traced her slit, watching her shiver and shake above him. Deftly, he teased her throbbing clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. Dasha’s moans grew higher in pitch, thighs quivering around Maxim’s feet.

“Fuck, you’re really wet, fuck to…cksister,” Maxim groaned, scissoring his toes inside her needy channel. “It’s almost like you’re a sex doll, built just for me to use.”

The crude words spurred Dasha’s lust, her inner walls fluttering around Maxim’s invading toes. She spread her legs wider, giving him more room to explore her dripping sex. Maxim curled his digits, hitting a spot that made her see stars. Dasha keened, her hips jerking forward to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck, don’t stop… more…” Dasha gasped out, her velvety walls clenching around Maxim’s feet. He chuckled darkly, grinning as he watched his stepsister squirm above him. In a daring move, Maxim spread Dasha’s legs, positioning her so her sex was poised right above his erection.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, little doll,” Maxim teased, pressing the tip of his cock against her soaked entrance. With a swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside Dasha’s tight heat. She screamed in ecstasy, her body overcome by the sudden intrusion.

Maxim pounded into Dasha with wild abandon, each thrust bringing him closer to his release. Her lithe body bounced on top of him, her breasts jiggling deliciously under her thin shirt. Maxim pulled down the neckline, exposing her rosy nipples to his hungry mouth. He latched onto a pebbled bud, sucking and nibbling the tender flesh.

“Cum for me, doll,” Maxim commanded, his fingers finding Dasha’s clit and rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Milk my cock like a good girl.”

Dasha shattered above him, her body convulsing in intense pleasure. Her release triggered Maxim’s own, and he groaned as he spilled his hot seed deep inside her fluttering walls. They collapsed on the couch, panting and sated, Maxim’s softening cock still buried inside his precious stepsister.

“You’re my favorite fuck doll, Dash,” Maxim murmured, nuzzling into her neck. Dasha giggled breathlessly, pressing a loud smooch onto his lips.

“I’m not going anywhere, big brother,” she purred, their embrace tightening. “I’ll always be ready for you to fuck whenever you want…”

Theylost themselves in another heated kiss, hands roaming eagerly over newly exposed skin. Maxim silenced the TV with a remote before turning all his attention to his willing stepsister. He had a feeling this “sleepover” was only getting started…

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