I Fucked My big Ass Stepsis In A Carebear Onesie On st Patricks day
It was St. Patrick’s Day, and I was feeling lucky – luckier than a leprechaun guarding his pot of gold. You see, my sexy stepsister, Lila, had come home from college for the weekend. And boy, was she a sight for sore eyes. Lila was a full-figured Latina beauty with an ass that could stop traffic and lips that could bring a grown man to his knees. She was the embodiment of a Latina bombshell – curvy in all the right places, with a smile that could light up the darkest of days.
As I lounged on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, I heard the front door open and close. I knew it was Lila, and my heart began to race with anticipation. I had always had a thing for my stepsister, but I never thought I’d have the chance to act on it.
Lila walked into the living room, and my jaw dropped. She was wearing a Care Bear onesie, the soft fabric hugging her voluptuous curves in all the right places. Her thick thighs and full hips strained against the material, and I couldn’t help but stare.
“Hey, stepbro,” Lila said with a smirk, her full lips curling into a seductive smile. “You’re just in time to help me with something.”
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
Lila sauntered over to me, her hips swaying with each step. She climbed onto the couch, straddling my lap, and I could feel the heat of her core through the thin fabric of my sweats.
“I need you to help me celebrate St. Patrick’s Day,” she purred, leaning in close to whisper in my ear. “I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”
I was shocked by her boldness, but my body didn’t hesitate. I felt my cock stirring to life, growing harder by the second.
Lila reached down and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue darted out, teasing the seam of my lips, and I groaned as I opened my mouth to let her in. She tasted like mint and sin, and I couldn’t get enough.
As we kissed, Lila began to grind on my lap, her hips undulating in a hypnotic rhythm. I could feel her warm, wet heat through our clothes, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to just rip her onesie off right then and there.
But Lila had other plans. She pulled away from the kiss, a mischievous glint in her brown eyes. “I think it’s time I put this onesie to good use,” she said with a wink.
Lila stood up and peeled the onesie off her luscious body, revealing mile after mile of smooth, caramel-colored skin. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples already hard peaks begging to be sucked. I licked my lips as I watched her take off the rest of the costume, leaving her in nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties.
“There, now we can really have some fun,” Lila said, climbing back on top of me. She reached down and palmed my cock through my sweats, grinning as it twitched and grew under her touch.
