MasukTwo days later, Michael pushed open the door to the house, the evening light casting long shadows across the empty living room. The place felt unnaturally quiet, no sign of Eva, Mike or even Karolin. He stepped inside, his keys jingling in his pocket and opened his mouth to call out, but before the words could form, a pair of arms wrapped tightly around his waist from behind. The familiar scent of perfume hit him and he knew instantly it was Karolin. Her body pressed flush against his back, soft curves molding to his frame. He tensed, ready to spin around and break the hold, but her grip tightened, refusing to let go. She rose on her tiptoes, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Tonight's going to be so special. I'll take good care of you." Her voice dripped with sultry, sending a jolt straight to his groin.Before he could respond, she released him to slip around to his front, her hands trailing over his chest. Michael's eyes widened as he took her in. Karolin stood t
Eva arrived home just half an hour after Karolin had slipped away from Michael's room, her presence filling the house with a sense of normalcy that belied the charged undercurrents.In the kitchen, Eva busied herself preparing lunch, chopping vegetables with practiced ease while Karolin assisted, passing ingredients and stirring pots. The air smelled of garlic and herbs, a comforting domesticity that did little to calm Karolin's racing pulse.Every time Michael wandered in, grabbing a glass of water or leaning against the counter to chat, their eyes locked for a split second too long. Her breathing hitched, chest rising unevenly beneath her deep burgundy semi-sheer sleeveless top, the floral lace detailing around the V-neckline teasing hints of skin. Heat flushed her cheeks and she gripped the spoon tighter, forcing her v
The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Eva and Mike returned home, their faces etched with fatigue from the overnight trip. They barely had time to unpack before rushing off to the office.Michael sat in his room, bare-chested in loose sweatpants, typing something in his laptop. A soft knock echoed at the door, pulling him from his focus. He rose and opened it, only to be met by Karolin slipping inside, her lithe form clad in a snug black tank top that strained against her ample breasts and tiny shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks.Without a word, she threw her arms around his neck, her lips crashing against his in a hungry kiss. Michael's hands moved instinctively, one sliding down her back to pull her close, the other cupping her firm ass, squeezing the soft flesh through the thin fabric.&
The next day blurred into a haze for Karolin, her body demanding rest after the exhaustive passion of the previous night. She slept through most of the hours, her muscles aching with a delicious soreness that reminded her of Michael's unyielding thrusts.Michael watched her from the doorway, a smug smirk curling his lips. Seeing her so utterly spent from just one fuck fueled his dominance, he knew he had unlocked something wild in her and he relished the power.That evening, Eva and Mike announced their sudden departure from the city due to an emergency. They trusted Michael to look after Karolin in their absence. After a simple dinner, Karolin busied herself in the kitchen in a tight white top and a mini skirt. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating the fullness of her breasts and the sway of her ass as she moved.
Karolin's heart hammered in her chest as Michael's words hung in the air, his smirk deepening."Yeah," she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with shyness. "I want you to teach me."Michael's smirk widened. "That's a good girl," he murmured, his tone low and approving, sending a shiver racing down her spine."I haven't even kissed a guy," Karolin admitted, her cheeks flushing hot."We can change that right now," Michael replied, his voice a husky tease.He cupped her chin, tilting her face up and pulled her into a slow kiss, his tongue slipping in to tease the warmth of her mouth. Karolin's breath caught, her body going rigid for a
Karolin stormed into the living room, her blond hair bouncing with each angry step, the tight tank top clinging to her 34-23-35 curves and accentuating the sway of her full breasts. At 18, her body was a ripe temptation, smooth thighs exposed by her short denim cutoffs, brown eyes flashing with frustration as she watched her mother, Eva, arrange pillows on the couch."Can you explain to me why I have to sleep on this damn couch for a whole month just to make room for some loser step-brother I've never even met?" she snapped, planting her hands on her hips.Eva didn't look up from fluffing the cushions, her movements steady and unhurried. "I told you, sweetie, he's only staying here until he finds a job in the city. He's not a loser, he's family now." Her voice carried that patient tone, but Karolin felt the heat rising in her c







