MY STEPSON’S HARD DRIVE IS FULL OF HIS XXX TAPES, EPISODE 7: SINS AT THE TABLE Kaleb rolled his thumb over my sensitive bud while his hips slammed forward. I kept my eyelids glued shut, biting back the loud, sinful cries fighting to escape. He grabbed my breast with one hand, matching my movements as we collided in the dark. He moved like a man possessed, completely free of care, utterly certain I was dead to the world—or ready to welcome whatever wrath awaited if I woke up. He started talking dirty, whispering the exact filth I loved from his tapes. “Fuck, mama, you’re so piping hot and needy. I know my old man doesn't hit it like this.” Kaleb ground his hips down, drilling into me with punishing perfection. My mind spun, goosebumps erupting all over my heated skin. “I saw you by the car today, riding the old bastard. How many little blue pills does he need to keep you happy?” Kaleb teased, letting out a dark, wicked laugh. Not enough, I answered in my own head. I bit my lo
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