Desired By My StepDad and His Son
I arched my back, my other hand migrating upward to massage my breasts with a desperate hunger.
I pinched my nipples through the fabric, imagining my stepdad's large, calloused hands replacing mine. I closed my eyes tight, visualizing Silas(stepdad) standing over me, his heavy weight pinning me to the mattress.
"Silas... please," I whimpered.
The friction intensified, the shlicking sound of my fingers sliding in and out of my slick pussy, heat filling the room. I pushed deeper, the thought of how he reached past me to set the glass on the counter, his forearm brushing against my breast, most especially my nipple.. It was a fleeting touch, but it felt like an electric shock hitting my cervix,