In Love With My Stepson
She moves against him, body twisting, hips rising to meet his touch.
Her lips part, and soft, breathy moans escape her in rhythm with the strokes of his hand.
Meanwhile, Ryan’s hand moves fast, fumbling at the waistband of his pants. He yanks it down, along with his boxers, low enough to free his throbbing cock.
“Fuck,” he rasps as he lifts from Hazel’s neck, his drenched finger sliding out her slick hole.
Hazel turns her head quickly, eyes widening as she catches sight of him—her pupils dilate, lips parting in a soft gasp. His cock stands thick and proud, veined and pulsing, the swollen crown flushed deep pink.