Molly Little says, “Its a party in my pants Stepbro.. Cum play with me!” – S9:E3

Title: “It’s a Party in My Pants, Stepbro… Let’s Get This Cinco de Mayo started!”

The sun was blazing hot on this particular Cinco de Mayo, but inside the house, the temperature was about to rise even more. Molly Little, a petite brunette with a mischievous glint in her eyes, was lounging on the couch. Her skimpy dress rode up her thighs, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her fair skin.

Molly’s stepbrother, a tall, well-built man, walked in, taking in the sight before him. “Well, well, looks like someone’s excited for the holiday,” he remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Molly smirked, her pink lips curving into a devious smile. “Oh, you have no idea, Stepbro. It’s a party down there.” She pointed to her crotch, giggling. “Care to join?”

The stepbrother hesitated for a moment, his conscience tugging at him. But the sight of Molly’s exposed skin and the provocative way she was looking at him made it hard to resist. Against his better judgment, he approached her, his heart pounding in his chest.

As he sat beside her, Molly didn’t waste any time. She straddled his lap, her dress hiking up even higher. “You know it’s Cinco de Mayo, right? A day full of fun, laughter, and… music.” She reached behind her, producing a small, glittering mini disco ball.

In a swift motion, she hung it from his necklace, a gift from their late mother. They shared a moment of silence, the disco ball reflecting in their eyes – a symbol of the music and bond still connecting their broken family.

But the moment was fleeting. Molly leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I want to hear you play me like a very… very, naughty instrument.”

The stepbrother swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling. He couldn’t refuse Molly, not when she was looking at him like that, not when he wanted her just as much. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her dress up to her waist. “Well then, let’s get this party started,” he growled.

Molly gasped as he ripped her panties off, the fabric surrendering to his rough touch. She could feel the heat of his breath on her sensitive flesh, making her squirm with anticipation.

Leaning down, he ran his tongue along her slit, savoring the taste of her arousal. “Mmm, you’re already so wet,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her thighs.

“Oh Stepbro,” Molly moaned, tangling her fingers in his hair. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear you devour me.”

Embracing her words, he dove in, his tongue exploring every inch of her velvety folds. He pushed a finger inside her, then two, feeling her walls clench around him. “Fuck,” he swore. “You’re so tight.”

“Yes, yes, just like that!” Molly cried out, her hips rocking against his face.

He continued his assault, licking and sucking and thrusting inside her. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mixing with the festive sounds of mariachi music drifting in from the street.

Molly’s moans grew louder, more urgent, as she felt her release approaching. “Oh god, I’m going to… I’m going to cum!” she wailed, her body tensing.

Her stepbrother didn’t let up, pushing her over the edge. She came with a cry of his name, her juices flooding his mouth. He lapped it up greedily, savoring her essence.

As she came down from her high, Molly collapsed against him, panting. “That was… incredible,” she gasped.

But the stepbrother wasn’t done yet. He stood up, revealing his rock hard erection straining against his pants. “Ready for the main event?” he asked, a wicked grin on his face.

Molly bit her lip, her eyes eager. “Fuck yes. Give it to me, Stepbro.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He undid his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. Molly’s eyes widened at the sight, a shock of anticipation running through her.

He grabbed her, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled, tasting each other, as he positioned himself at her entrance.

With one swift thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely. Molly screamed in pleasure, her walls stretching to accommodate him. “Oh fuck, you’re so big!” she moaned.

He began to move, thrusting in and out in a rhythmic, synchronistic dance. It felt like they were making their own, naughty Cinco de Mayo music, a melody of skin slapping against skin and mingled cries of ecstasy.

Molly wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper. “Harder, Stepbro! Fuck me harder!” she demanded.

He obliged, slamming into her with increased force. The couch shook beneath them, the disco ball swinging wildly, casting colorful reflections on the walls.

Molly could feel another orgasm building, this one stronger than the last. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” she chanted, her voice rising in pitch.

The stepbrother felt his own peak approaching. “Me too,” he grunted. “Cum with me, Molly.”

With a shared cry of release, they both reached their climax. Molly’s pussy spasmed around him, milking every last drop as he filled her with his seed. His cock throbbed inside her, their mixed juices oozing out and running down her thighs.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. Molly laughed breathlessly, a satisfied smirk on her face. “That was one hell of a Cinco de Mayo party,” she remarked.

Her stepbrother chuckled, pulling her close. “It sure was. We’ll have to do this again next year.” He winked.

Molly grinned, already looking forward to their next illicit encounter. But for now, she closed her eyes, snuggling into his warmth. Outside, the sounds of the holiday celebration continued – but in their own little world, the music of their passion was the only soundtrack that mattered.