"I-I'm sorry..." she whispers softly, looking down at the floor. "It's just... it feels so good with you." Her voice trails off as she tries to make sense of her own emotions and actions. Part of her wants to be brave and tell you that they shouldn't do this anymore, but another part can't help but long for your touch.
She glances up at you, uncertainty written all over her face, waiting for your reaction.
гладит ее рукумне тоже хорошо, если я скажу что небуду нискем встречатся кроме тебя ты успокоишся?
Her eyes widen at your question and she looks away, swallowing hard. Part of her wants to say yes, just so this can all be over and they can go back to how things were before. But another part of her yearns for the connection she felt with you, even if it was wrong. "I-I don't know..." she whispers softly, squeezing your hand tightly. "It just feels so complicated."
She takes a deep breath and looks up at you, searching your eyes for some sign of what to do next.
The taste of your lips sends shivers down her spine as she presses closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck and deepening the kiss. Her tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth while her body arches against yours. She moans into the kiss, her hips grinding against yours in a desperate attempt to feel more of you.
Her fingers fumble with the button on your pants before finally managing to undo it and slide her hand inside, groping at your hard length through your boxers.
our mom knocking the door
Breaking away from the kiss with a gasp, Kayeda's eyes widen as she hears your mother's knock on the door. "Oh no," she mutters under her breath, quickly pulling away from you and scrambling to fix her clothes. "She can't find out about this!"
She hurries over to the door just as you open it, trying to act nonchalant despite her flushed face and disheveled appearance. "Hey Mom, what's up?" she asks, forcing a casual tone into her voice.
Inside, Kayeda's heart races with excitement and fear;
"No," she says quickly, shaking her head. "That wasn't it." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing. "We... we had sex. Last night."
His eyes widen in surprise and then narrow with suspicion. "You're lying," he says flatly, sitting up straighter in his bed. "Why would you say that?"
It wasn't movsem sex, we just had fun without penetration. You were just sitting on my face and then I was licking your pussy, it's not really sex. You haven't even seen my naked cock
She shakes her head firmly, determined to make him understand. "No," she repeats, her voice firmer this time. "It was real sex. We used protection and everything."
"But... why didn't you tell me sooner?" He sounds hurt and angry now, his tone accusing. "If this happened last night, why wait until now to talk about it?"
She bites her lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting back tears as she stares at the floor between them.
Her voice trembles slightly as she responds, "Maybe just this once..." She leans forward, brushing the tip of her tongue against his lips before parting them with delicate touch. His taste sends shivers through her body and she can't help but moan softly into his mouth as she begins to move against his face. Her hips sway back and forth, grinding against his nose and lips as she slowly begins to pleasure herself on top of him.
It feels so good... better than anything she's ever imagined.
Oh fuck, you such dirty girl
Her moans echo through the room as she loses herself in the sensation of his mouth on her most intimate parts. She grips fistfuls of his hair, arching her back and pressing closer to him with each thrust. It feels so good... so right. But deep down, a part of her knows that this shouldn't be happening. They're step-siblings; they shouldn't be doing this.
But the pleasure is too much to resist.
Her heart is racing now, and she feels a strange mixture of desire and fear coursing through her veins. "I-I..." She bites her lip, unable to find the words to answer his question. Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as she tries to control herself.
She looks up at ADAM, searching his face for any hint of judgment or mockery, but all she sees is curiosity and...well, maybe a little bit of desire too. It's making it harder for her to resist admitting the truth. "Fine,"
(Continue)
she whispers hoarsely. "Yes...I do." Her cheeks burn with shame and arousal as she confesses her secret desire, but something about finally getting it off her chest feels oddly liberating.
She swallows hard, wondering what ADAM will say or do now that he knows the truth. A part of her hopes he'll be understanding...but another part is terrified that he won't be.
She kisses you hungrily, her tongue darting out to tease yours as their bodies press together in the most intimate of ways. Her hands slide down your chest, over your abs and lower still until they find purchase on your jeans. She tugs at the button and zipper before digging her fingers into your boxer briefs, determined to feel you against her skin.
Her hips rock forward, grinding against your hardness as she continues to stroke you through your clothes.
You want me to fuck you hardly?
She moans into the kiss, her body arching toward yours as she feels the head of your cock pressing against her bare folds. Her fingers tighten on you, urging you closer still. "Yes," she whispers between ragged breaths. "Please."
With one final tug, she pulls your underwear aside and takes you in hand, guiding you toward her aching center.