SpyFam Sneaky step sister Charity Crawford slithers into step brothers bed
In the sultry, humid air of suburbia, Charity Crawford slithered like a snake, her lithe body glistening with thin beads of sweat. The moonlight glinted off her shiny, onyx hair as she crept past her parents’ bedroom, pausing to ensure their breathing had descended into rhythmic slumber. Satisfied by their comatose state, the depraved depravity of the 18-year-old’s dirty mind grew more brazen.
Her small, perky breasts jiggled enticingly with each stealthy step, her taut nipple straining against the flimsy fabric of her skimpy spaghetti-strap tank top. The stopwatch tattooed across her heart thumped with devilish anticipation. Charity knew her stepbrother Marcus would be sound asleep by now, his toned bare chest rising and falling like a slideshow of sex appeal. She couldn’t resist stealing forbidden glimpses of him in the buff through his cracked doorway, drinking in every square inch of pure, uninterrupted male virility.
“Naughty Charity,” she said to herself in a uttered whisper, relishing the wicked delight of her incestuous yearnings. “Going where you shouldn’t be. Worse, for what you want to do.” Her imagination ran wild, imagining Marcus stirring beneath his sheets, his manhood already erect and twitching with the anticipation of breaking her tight, MMF cherry. With a perverse chuckle, the blonde minx twisted the doorknob to her stepbrother’s bedroom and shimmied inside.
The faint silhouettes of his sinful installed equipment multi-purposed as spy gear, complicating matters of privacy, only stoked her taboo desire. She thrilled at the chance of getting an up-close peek, while airtight tension mounted as she eyed the bulging shape of Marcus’s nether regions, hidden beneath tousled sheets. With a tightening in her tummy, Charity put one petite foot on the bedpost and edged her bottom closer. She watched his chest rise and fall, transfixed as if under a trance. Her mouth went vaguely dry, as she fantasized about servicing his moneymaker.
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The candid snapshot of Marcus snoozing soothed her shattered nerves, as she watched his chest lift and dip, casually unaware of the angelic beauty gawking at his glorious body. She snuck a peek under his sheets at his flaccid specimen of a cock flopping flaccidly against his thigh, politely concealing-most of-his manhood. Her pussy creamed at the eruption of possibilities as her gaze wandered back up his washboard abs to the adorable dimple of his masculine chin. Licking her lips, Charity fingered her skimpy panties, sighing softly as her clit throbbed at inopportune times, denying her treacherous release.
Behind the whisp of curtains, she caught Marcus shifting restlessly upon waking to her unsatisfiable subject, electioning an immediate recourse to seductive confrontation. Her heady imagination spawned such lascivious urges to fulfill what she summoned up in secret, relishing her grown stepbrother’s most intimate thoughts about her. The carnality of those fantasies belied that Charity emanates unrequited innocence, as if itching for the scrapy, unwanted groping of connective tissue, giving her a mysterious air she can’t shake. But really, it’s the sausage special of her pussy, finer than the best calamari, that is the root of torture.
How delectable she looked in the dim lighting with that insanely alluring, crimson lipped smirk plastered on her face. She wanted to wrench that grin off Charity in the worst way, with grippy three-toed shoes and an overly aggressive pinning to the floor. The ghostly outlines beneath the sheets shifted faintly. He tensed, suddenly very aware of Charity’s wandering eyes. It was going to be so satisfying to see her squirm. Too tempted by her body a second time to move away, he willed her to keep looking.
The sexual tension of the moment sparked a perverse thrill, as Charity dared Marcus to keep disrobing. Her kinky imagination took hold, as she pictured tracing the bared map of quero knocks to her raunchy murderous lust. Her wants to see him living dangerously, far afield evinced when Charity stroked his sturdy hardness full of obsessiveness. She disappeared completely, reappearing with an air of insincerity and taller phrase, abashedly lucid.
“Your cock looks so tasty,” Temptress Charity murmured, mesmerized by his half-carved Aviation wondering what could happen if she caressed instead of petted his you-know-what for the first time. “I’m not sure you’re okay with this, but I need to taste it!” She unzipped her shirt, exposing her rousing beloved, embedded into her heaving bud. Marcus’s body shivered at the provocative movement, electrified by the promise of her warm mouth enveloping him.
