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2026-04-24 19:24:50
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On Your Knees, Stepsister Touch yourself
His hands moved slowly. Soap first, working a lather across my shoulders, down my arms. He washed me like I was something breakable, his palms sliding over my breasts, my stomach, and the insides of my thighs. I was still sensitive, and I flinched when his fingers found my pussy. He paused, his eyes meeting mine, then continued, gently washing the evidence of us away. It wasn't erotic, but my damned pussy thought otherwise. If he had kept it up, I would have climaxed, just from getting washed down there. “Turn around.” His voice was quiet, the command soft. I obeyed, and his hands found my back, working soap into my skin, tracing the curve of my spine. He kneaded my shoulders, and I let my head drop forward, letting the water beat against my neck. His hands slid lower, over my ass, down my thighs, and then he was kneeling behind me, his mouth pressing a kiss to the small of my back.He stood, rinsed the soap from my body, and then turned me to face him again. The water ran over us b
On Your Knees, Stepsister I want something else
I watched the door, feeling damned frustrated. You would have thought Kielan would take all he could, now that I had offered my body freely to him, like he had always wanted, but he didn't seem to realise what I needed. Did he think I wanted to eat with my pussy throbbing, thirsting for him?My body ached in that sweet way, the kind that reminded me of exactly how he had held me, how he had looked at me like I was something precious.Unable to hold myself back, just like last night, I got up from the bed and threw on a robe before I left the house. Thankfully, the number of workers has been reduced, and the two housekeepers we have now only come twice a week to clean everything up. Which means I can do whatever I want today. That is, if John isn't around. I haven't seen him for two days now.I padded barefoot into the kitchen. Kielan was at the stove, shirtless, those low-slung sweatpants riding his hips. The morning light flittering from the window, cut across his shoulders and caugh
On Your Knees, Stepsister Not yet satisfied
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear, and he just held them, waiting, giving me time to say no. But I didn't. I couldn't. Every word I knew had left my body, replaced by the desperate rhythm of my heart.“Look at me.”I forced my eyes open, realising then that I had closed them when the sensation became too much for me. He was watching me, his face inches from my cunt, and the sight of him there, this handsome man, looking at me like I was the only woman in the world, undid me completely.“I want to taste you,” he said. “But I need you to tell me that you want it too. I need to hear it.”My throat was dry, and my voice came out cracked, barely above a whisper. “Yes.”“Yes, what?”“Yes, I want you to—” I couldn't finish because the words were too much, too honest, too raw.He smiled and pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “That's enough.”He pulled my underwear down. The fabric dragged over my hips, my thighs, and my knees, until I was naked beneath him. The air
On Your Knees, Stepsister I know what you need
When he broke away from the kiss, seconds, minutes or even fucking hours later, his hand cupped my jaw and I couldn't look away. I couldn't hide from the intense expression in his gaze, one that held me captive and dared me to hide. His thumb traced the curve of my cheekbone like he was memorising the shape of me, and I realised he had never touched me like that. His thumb moved to my lower lip and pressed gently, then his mouth found my collarbone. Even though I liked how gentle he was, the slowness terrified me. The way he was taking his time like we had all morning, like there was nowhere else he needed to be. I was used to being taken fast and hard, mostly with my back turned to him. Not this way, with him tracing my collarbone with his lips like it was sacred ground.His mouth moved lower, to the hollow of my throat. I felt his breath there first before his lips pressed against the delicate skin. A shiver ran through me, and I heard myself make a sound I didn't recognise. “Shh
On Your Knees, Stepsister Embarrassed
LYLAHWhat the fuck did I do!! I buried my face in the pillow, too ashamed to look up. I knew who I'd see when I did, Kielan, sleeping peacefully next to me. I wasn't ready to see him. Not yet. Last night, after my bath, I decided to watch a movie before going to bed. It was supposed to be like every other night: avoiding Kielan’s room, and talking myself into believing I didn’t want him. I’d been successful so far until the movie started, and I realised something.It was a freaking porn disguised as a normal movie. The poster gave nothing away. It looked harmless. And the worst part? It was stepbrother and stepsister porn. And the man looked so much like Kielan. Not just that, she freaking called him Daddy, just like Kielan always asked me to do whenever he slept with me. I knew I should’ve stopped the movie and forced myself to sleep, to do everything in my power to shut it off. But my traitorous hands didn’t. Instead, I ended up watching everything, then masturbating to the
On Your Knees, Stepsister I want you to mark me with it
“Then take it.”I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, wet heat. A scream tore right from her throat as her inner walls clamped around me. She collapsed forward onto her forearms, her back arched, taking every inch. I stayed still, letting her feel the full, stretching fullness.“God,” she sobbed, the word muffled by the bedding. “Oh, God.”“Not God,” I growled, pulling back slowly until just the tip remained, then driving into her again, hard. “Daddy. Say it.”“Daddy!” It was a cry, torn from her soul.I set a punishing pace. Deep, claiming thrusts that shook the bed frame, that pushed her up the mattress with every drive. Her moans were continuous now, broken by gasps. I braced one of my hands on the headboard, while the other tangled in her hair, pulling her head back and arching her throat.I could feel the tension coiling in her, the telltale tightening of her muscles, and the sharp, high pitch of her cries. She was close. So close. I slowed, drawing my thrust
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