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Doing yoga in front of the angry stepsons fuck in yoga pant
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Transcript
Thumbs flying over the controller, some fighting game flashing on the screen. Then Corrine walked in, dropped her yoga mat right in front of the TV, and flashed him a lazy half-smile over her shoulder. Just gonna stretch a little, sweetie. Don't let me distract you, she purred. Voice like warm honey and smoke, she didn't wait for an answer. Dropped straight to all fours, back to him. Those black leggings turned into a second skin the second she arched. Slow and filthy, ass popping high, round, perfect. The fabric dug deep between her cheeks, outlining everything. The tight little ring, the wet lips already soaking through. She sank lower, elbows to the floor, knees sliding wider, until she was practically presenting herself to him like a gift he wasn't allowed to open. His cock jerked so hard it hurt. The controller might as well have been a brick in his hands. Still on all fours, she glanced back. Hair spilled over one eye, lips curved in that wicked, sleepy smile that made his balls ache. You're getting your ass kicked in there, sweetheart, she teased, voice low. Something on your mind. Her gaze dropped to the obscene bulge straining his jeans. I know what you're thinking about. Remember last holiday? You had me right on the kitchen counter while everyone was asleep. We pretended it never happened the next morning, but I still feel you stretching me so perfectly. I want it again, right now. You want it too, don you Brian hurled the controller aside sank back into the couch and growled raw and desperate Fuck yes I been dreaming about this every single night Corrine laughed softly eyes flaring with heat Then take it out sweetie Show me how hard your stepmom makes you. He fumbled the zipper open with shaking fingers. His cock sprang free, thick, angry red, a fat bead of percum already glistening at the tip. The sheer size of him made the air feel heavier, long, brutally thick, curved just enough to promise pure bliss, veins pulsing with every frantic beat of his heart. It looked almost obscene against his lean stomach, too big, too hard, too ready, like it had been starving for her for years, and was finally allowed to breathe. Corrine stayed on hands and knees, reached back, and peeled the leggings down just far enough to bare that flawless ass, biting her lip hard enough to leave marks. Just watch me drip for you, sweetie, she whispered, crawled closer on all fours until her breath ghosted over his balls. She inhaled his scent and moaned low and needy, the sound vibrating straight to his core. Give it to me. I need that beautiful cock down my throat, she started at his balls, tongue dragging slow, worshipful circles, sucking one into her hot mouth, then the other, then up the shaft, painting it with long, sloppy stripes of spit, until he gleamed, slick and shining. Finally, she sank down, lips stretching wide, taking him deeper and deeper, until her nose pressed against his pelvis, and her throat fluttered around him in the most delicious way. Brian groaned, fingers tangling in her hair, hips snapping forward. She took him deep, greedy and hungry, her throat squeezing him like velvet heaven Spit poured down her chin and dripped onto her tits leaving glistening trails on her skin But her eyes burned with pure lust begging for more Every time he pulled back thick strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to his cock stretching and snapping with every slow glide. She moaned around him, the vibrations shooting, lightening up his spine, her tongue swirling greedily each time. He filled her mouth again. She kept him there, throat working in slow, milking waves, humming softly, so the vibration rippled straight through his shaft and made his toes curl. Her tongue never stopped lazy, wet circles around the underside. Every time she pulled back just enough to breathe, then sank down again, taking him to the root with a greedy little moan that said she couldn't get enough. fuck my ass she rasped voice horse with need i need to feel you there again he hauled her up bent her belly down over the couch knees on the floor the fat head of his cock nudged that tight greedy little hole she pushed back relaxing inviting already slick and ready he slid and fast and eager she gasped his name. The sound pure pleasure, easy, sweetie slow, I'm all yours just like that, she breathed, guiding him with her voice. He exhaled, obeyed, found the perfect deep, steady rhythm that made her eyes roll back and her moans turn long and filthy, each thrust drawing another shuddering gasp from her lips. The couch rocked hard, wet slaps filling the room, Her knuckles white from gripping the cushions as wave, after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She came hard, body shaking, pussy gushing down her thighs in hot, endless streams soaking everything beneath them. He kept giving her exactly what they both craved slow and deep then faster then deep again every stroke making her clench and flutter around him in pure ecstasy Her slick walls gripped him tighter with every deep thrust milking him in long greedy spasms He dragged her down to the floor, face down, ass high, back arched obscenely. He lifted her hips and slid back in, deep and relentless, filling her completely while she moaned his name and came over and over, juices running like rivers down her trembling legs, her whole body poolsing with pleasure, fucked her like the world was ending, hips pistoning, balls slapping her soaked pussy. Then he eased her to her knees on the mat and filled her again, powerful, deep strokes, balls slapping her soaked pussy with every thrust, the wet sounds obscene and perfect. She couldn't form words anymore, just choked out broken moans of his name, pushing back greedily for every delicious inch, her ass swallowing him again and again in slick, rhythmic bliss. He kept sliding in and out in long, slick, rhythmic strokes, her ass swallowing every inch with greedy little pulses the wet heat so perfect it made his head spin she pushed back harder moaning his name her ring fluttering wildly around him squeezing tighter with every thrust milking him deeper while her soaked pussy dripped endlessly down her thighs when he felt the edge rushing up. He pulled out at the last second. Thick, endless ropes of comb lashed across her ass and back, dripping down her crack. She shuddered, milking every drop with greedy little twitches, utterly wrecked and utterly his. The forbidden line wasn't just crossed. It was obliterated.
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