บททั้งหมดของ Wild Steamy Tales: Hot Erotic Compilation: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

It was late Thursday morning. Desmond's dad and Stella's mom had gone out for a conference meeting. Stella took her time to prepare a delicious meal, something she knew how to do best. The smell of fried plantain and spiced stew still lingered in the air, though Stella could barely taste any of it anymore. She had been cooking all morning, telling herself she was simply being a good stepsister to her brother.Every time she passed through the hallway, every time she caught even a glimpse of Desmond, the air seemed heavier, charged, as if something unsaid was waiting to surface. She hasn't stopped thinking about him.Now, with the food ready and no one else in the house, she wiped her hands on the apron and made her way to his room to tell him that food was ready. She got to the door and found it slightly ajar. She hesitated for a heartbeat, then raised her hand and knocked softly.“Come in,” his voice called, low and unhurried.She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. She st

"So, I hope you guys are getting along." Lucy asked."Yeah, we are getting along. He's been nice to me. I don't regret coming with my mom." Stella replied."It's his priority to make sure you are happy and comfortable. He had been without a sister. He doesn't need anyone to tell him to take good care of you." Lucy said, smiling at her."Yeah, it feels different to have a sister around. You need to have a taste of her food. It's super delicious.""I hope you won't leave all the house chores for her." Lucy said to Desmond, who laughed and replied, "She's free to do anyone she can. She's part of the family now. She's not house help I could order around."Stella gave a soft laugh that felt thin. “It's nothing. I love cooking, and... let's say I'm just helping out around the house.""She’s been a homely girl,” he said simply, pulling out a chair for Lucy beside him.Stella forced another smile, watching as Lucy leaned against him. Their closeness gnawed at her. She hated the way Lucy reste

Stella watched as Desmond's hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of Lucy's mouth with a rhythm that was both hypnotic and intense.The way his hips rolled, the way the muscles in his thighs was flexing with each thrust, sent a shiver down Stella's spine. She could see the glistening wetness of Lucy's lips, the way they stretched around him, taking him deeper with each push."Fuck, Lucy," Desmond groaned deeply. "Your mouth feels so good around my dick. Take it all, baby."Stella's fingers began to move faster, her own wetness coating her hand as she mimicked the movements she was watching. She could almost feel him in her own mouth.Lucy's hands were on Desmond's upper thighs, her nails digging into his flesh as she pulled him closer, urging him deeper. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room, a symphony of wet sucks and deep moans. Stella's breath hitched more as she watched Desmond's cock disappear into Lucy's throat, her gagging sounds sending shivers of excitement

About two hours later, Stella was relaxing in the sitting room, watching a movie, when Desmond showed up.Desmond came down the stairs half-dressed. He had his T-shirt thrown loosely over one shoulder and his hair in the kind of mess that showed that he had a good moment with his girlfriend. "You finally decided to come down." Stella said when he got close. "I thought you would remain on your bed till evening."He blinked at her. “What do you mean?”She muted the TV with a sharp tap on the remote. “Don’t ‘what’ me. I don't know what kind of concert you and your girlfriend were conducting upstairs.”Desmond leaned against the counter, smirking. “Concert?”“Yes. Full performance. I could hear her voice and other annoying sounds.” She grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it like a shield. “Do you even know how loud she was?” “Loud enough for applause?”“Don’t push it,” she shot back, glaring at him. “I had to put on my headphones, and I could still hear her! You owe me new eardrums.”Desm

(Next Day)The relentless bang-bang-bang of digital gunfire echoed from Desmond's room. Stella stood outside his door, listening for a moment. As she watched him, a slow, calculated smile spread across her lips. She took a deep breath, adjusted the hem of the oversized t-shirt she wore, and pushed the door open.Desmond was slumped in his gaming chair with his headset clamped over his ears. His eyes were glued on the monitor. He was so focused that he didn't hear her come in.Stella leaned against the doorframe, letting her eyes travel over him. His broad shoulders, the tense line of his back, and the way his fingers expertly danced over the controller. She cleared her throat, expecting him to turn, but he didn't even move.She sighed a little too loudly, and finally, he paused the game and swiveled his chair around, pushing the headset to rest around his neck. "Stella? What's up?" He asked, and she gave a lazy shrug, letting the neck of the t-shirt slip down one shoulder. "I'm bore