Craving My Stepson
My cheeks were flushed, but I didn’t push him away.
He pressed me some more, fondling my boobs softly as I bit my lips, soft exhales escaped my lips. Ace began kneading my pussy with his fingertips through the fabric of my panties. I widened my legs a bit, inviting him to touch me even more. He shifted open my panties, rubbing my clit, spreading the juices my pussy was producing all over.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pressed his forehead on mine.
“Do you like it?” he whispered. “Is this how father touched you last night?”