MY STEPSON 6“All mine to ruin”. I arch as much as the scarves let me. “Please, Lucien,” He ignores me. Instead, he grabs the lube, flips the cap, drizzles a thick line straight over my ass. It's cold. I gasp as it runs down my crack, over my pussy, pooling on the sheets. One thick finger circles my hole, slow, teasing, pressing just enough that I push back like a needy slut, needing more. Much more.“Greedy girl,” he says, voice gravel. “Been dreaming of doing this for months.” A second finger joins, scissoring, stretching me open while his thumb finds my clit and strokes lazy circles that make my hips roll on their own.I moan out loud, shamelessly, “Lucien, please…, ohhh Godddd…” I shuddered under his torture.He works me open slow, three fingers now, twisting, curling, spreading, until I'm panting, sweat beading between my tits, wrists pulling hard against the silk. Then, he picks up the stainless-steel plug, heavy, cold, impossibly thick.“Deep breath, baby”.He presses the
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