Quick Morning Sex With My step Daddy

The tiny bell above the door tinkled merrily as I stepped into the quaint Russian Bakery, the aroma of fresh bread and pastries assaulting my senses. It was still early, and the streets outside were empty, giving off an eerily calm vibe.

I approached the counter, taking in the sights of the neatly arranged pastries, still warm from the oven. The woman behind the counter, a radiant beauty with lush curves and golden hair, greeted me with a warm smile, her blue eyes twinkling. “Good morning, sir. What can I get for you today?”

“Good morning,” I replied, my voice slightly husky due to the morning. “I’ll take one of those cinnamon rolls, please. And I was wondering, does this place have a backroom or something? I need a, um, quick break.”

The woman raised an eyebrow but recovered quickly. “Of course, sir. The backroom is available for customer use.” She rang me up and handed me a freshly baked cinnamon roll, napkins, and steaming black coffee. “The back room is just behind you, on your left.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking the treats and heading to the backroom. The door creaked as I pushed it open, revealing a surprisingly spacious room with a sofa and small table. I placed the cinnamon roll and coffee on the table, sat down on the sofa, and took off my jacket.

The night had been long, and fatigue was starting to take a toll on me. I leaned back, letting out a sigh, but was startled by a soft knock on the door. The woman from the front desk entered, closing the door behind her. “I couldn’t help but overhear your request,” she said, her voice lower and huskier than before. “If you need something more… stimulating, I can help with that.”

I raised an eyebrow but couldn’t help but feel a thrill. The idea was intriguing, and I was too tired to protest. Besides, the woman was gorgeous, with curves in all the right places and a devilish glint in her eyes. “I’m listening.”

The woman smirked, letting her jacket slide off her shoulders. She was wearing a low-cut blouse that emphasized her ample bosom. “I’m Natasha,” she purred, sauntering closer. “And you are?”

“Alexei,” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. Natasha leaned down, her face mere inches from mine. I could feel her warm breath on my skin, smell the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with the aroma of fresh pastries.

“And what is it that you need, Alexei?” Natasha whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. I shivered, feeling a rush of heat spread through my body. “A quick break, you said? I can give you more than that.”

I didn’t resist as Natasha pushed me back against the sofa, straddling my lap. Her lips crashed into mine in a heated kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I groaned, my hands instinctively going to her hips, pulling her closer. Natasha ground against me, her heat scorching even through our clothing.

“I need you,” she breathed, her fingers working on the buttons of my shirt. I helped her, shrugging off the garment before attacking her blouse. Buttons flew everywhere as I exposed her lacy bra, my hands cupping her full breasts. Natasha let out a moan, pushing her chest into my touch.

I leaned down, pressing hot kisses along her cleavage before tugging the cups of her bra down. Her nipples were hard, begging for attention. I obliged, taking one into my mouth and flicking my tongue over the sensitive nub. Natasha shuddered, tangling her fingers in my hair.

Our movements became frantic, like two teenagers in heat. Clothes were shed quickly, thrown haphazardly across the room. Soon, we were both naked, our bodies pressed together, skin on skin. Natasha reached between us, wrapping her small hand around my hard length. I groaned, thrusting into her touch.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered urgently, lining me up with her entrance. I didn’t need to be told twice. With one swift motion, I pushed inside her, filling her tight heat. Natasha gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy. “So big,” she moaned, starting to move.

I gripped her hips, guiding her movements as she rode me. The angle was perfect, hitting all the right spots. I could feel the tension building in my core, my release fast approaching. But I held back, determined to make sure Natasha came first.

Reaching between us, I rubbed her sensitive clit in time with her thrusts. Natasha keened loudly, her walls clenching around me. She was close, and so was I. A few more thrusts and she was coming undone, crying out as her orgasm hit her hard. I followed her over the edge, spilling myself deep inside her with a guttural groan.

We stayed like that for a moment, both panting heavily, trying to catch our breath. Natasha collapsed against my chest, her soft hair tickling my skin. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, savoring the afterglow.

Eventually, Natasha pulled away, a satisfied smirk on her face. She retrieved a tissue from the box on the table, cleaning herself up before redressing. I did the same, tugging on my clothes and running a hand through my disheveled hair. “That was… something else,” I said, grinning.

Natasha laughed, standing on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to my lips. “I aim to please,” she winked. “Feel free to come back anytime, Alexei. I’ll give you a special treat.”

With that, she sauntered out, leaving me with a racing heart and a incredible morning memory to keep me going.