Oral y 69 con la nalgona de mi hermanastra

The sun was high in the sky, casting its golden rays upon the sprawling mansion grounds. It was a day like any other, filled with the usual mundane tasks – until she walked in. My step-sister, all curves and temptation, sauntered into the living room, her hips swaying hypnotically with each step. She was a vision in a tiny crop top and impossibly short shorts, her bronze skin glistening seductively. I could feel my heart begin to race, my palms grow sweaty as she approached me.

“Hey, step-bro,” she purred, her plump lips curling into a mischievous smirk. “Whatcha up to?”

Her scent invaded my senses – a heady mix of jasmine and something uniquely her. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure. “N-nothing much,” I stammered, my voice betraying my nervousness. “Just chilling.”

She plopped down next to me, her thigh brushing against mine. Electricity coursed through my veins at the brief contact. “Boring,” she declared, dragging out the word. “We should do something more…exciting.”

My mind raced with the possibilities, each one more X-rated than the last. I could feel my member twitching in my pants, straining against the fabric. “Like wh-what?” I managed to ask, my voice cracking slightly.

Her eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. “Like sixty-nining,” she whispered, her tongue darting out to trace the shell of my ear.

I nearly came in my pants right then and there. The thought of her mouth, those luscious lips, wrapped around my throbbing cock was almost too much to handle. “Are you serious?” I breathed, scarcely daring to hope.

She pulled back, her eyes locked with mine. “Deadly,” she purred. “But only if you want to…”

Her words hung in the air, a tantalizing invitation that I couldn’t possibly refuse. “Yes,” I blurted out, my voice tinged with desperation. “God, yes…”

She grinned victorious, already tugging at my shirt. “Lose the clothes, step-bro,” she commanded, her voice husky with desire. “I want to taste every inch of you.”

We scrambled to undress each other, our hands clumsy with need. Fabric flew in every direction, culminating in a heap of discarded clothing on the floor. I drank in the sight of her naked form, my eyes traveling over her breasts, her stomach, the neatly trimmed blonde hair at the apex of her thighs. She was absolute perfection – the woman of my dreams.

“On the couch,” she instructed, pushing me down onto the plush leather. I obeyed without hesitation, my heart pounding in my chest. She straddled me, her thighs on either side of my face, the scent of her arousal filling my nostrils. I leaned in, running my tongue along her slit, tasting her for the first time.

She let out a low moan, grinding her hips against my face. It spurred me on, urging me to delve deeper, to lick and suck at her clit until she was writhing above me. Her hands found my cock, now fully erect and dripping with need, and she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking me in time with the movements of my tongue.

It was heaven and hell all at once – the sensation of her mouth enveloping my length while I pleasured her, the taste of her on my tongue, the weight of her thighs on my shoulders. I wanted it to last forever, but I knew it couldn’t. Pressure was building at the base of my spine, my balls tightening as I neared my release.

She must have sensed it too, because she redoubled her efforts, taking me deep into her throat, her breasts swaying with each bob of her head. It was too much, too perfect. With a strangled cry, I came, my seed shooting forth in powerful spurts, filling her mouth with my essence.

She swallowed it all, never faltering in her ministrations, her own release fast approaching. I flicked my tongue against her clit, sucking it into my mouth, and she went rigid above me, her juices flooding my mouth as she orgasmed on my face.

We collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin, both panting heavily. “That was…intense,” I managed to gasp out, a stupified grin on my face.

She laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Told you it would be exciting,” she quipped, nuzzling my neck.

We lay there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow, until the sound of my step-mother’s voice calling us for dinner finally broke the spell. We dressed quickly, trying to look as normal as possible, but I knew neither of us could hide the satisfied looks on our faces.

As we walked to the dining room together, I couldn’t help but wonder – would this be a one-time thing, a forbidden experience to be cherished in secret? Or would we forge a new path together, one filled with uncharted pleasures and intimate connections?

Only time would tell. But one thing was certain – my life would never be the same again. Not now that I’d had a taste of something truly divine.