Desired By My StepDad and His Son
Roxanniei can't sleep until i feel your touchi love touching myselfmom saw my erectionwhen we touch i get this feeling
I was close, so close, when the sound of the front door slamming echoed from downstairs.
My heart stopped. *Silas.*
"He's back," I whispered, panic surging through me.
"Shut up and take it," Lucas hissed, his thrusts becoming more frantic, as if the risk of being caught was fueling his fire. "Just a few more—"
The bedroom door creaked open.
"Amaya? I forgot my briefcase—"
Silas froze in the doorway. His eyes widened, his face turning a ghostly shade of white. He stared at the sight before him: his stepdaughter, pinned to the bed, her legs wrapped around his stepson, their bodies joined in a wet, messy rhythm.