The Thanksgiving feast had ended hours ago, but the tension in the air was still palpable. I could feel the heat radiating off her, even through the thin blankets. Savvy, my stepmom’s sister, was staying in the same room. She shifted slightly, the silk nightgown rustling against her skin, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her long legs.
"Can't sleep?" she whispered, her voice a husky purr.
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my heart was pounding. The high heels she had worn earlier danced in my memory. "No," I confessed. "Too much turkey, I guess."
She chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "I could help you with that..." Savvy leaned closer, her big tits pressing against my arm. Her scent, a mix of vanilla and something undeniably seductive, filled my senses. The tattoo peeking out from under her gown added to the allure. This was wrong, so incredibly wrong...but I couldn't pull away. This hot milf knew exactly what she was doing.
Her fingers trailed down my chest, sending electric shocks through me. "I've always found you attractive," she murmured, her breath hot against my ear. "Especially those tattoos of yours...and your piercing attitude. I have been looking forward to this all day since I saw you wearing those high heels."
Then, without a word, she leaned down and captured my lips in a kiss. It was a slow, deliberate kiss, tasting of wine and forbidden desire. I moaned softly, unable to resist the pull of her magnetism. The sloppy blowjob was about to start, and I was powerless to stop it. Her long legs tangled with mine. This was a Thanksgiving I'd never forget. The night became a passionate POV missionary moment, under the covers. I knew I have to get out because I'm staying at my step mom shares bed now. This is what POV roleplay is all about. This is all I wanted since I'm a fan of feet fetish.