The air crackled with unspoken tension. Eliza Ibarra, my stepsister, had always been off-limits, a forbidden fruit. But today, the rules blurred. She walked into my room, ostensibly to borrow a book, but her eyes held a different story. A story of curiosity, of longing. She was wearing my old t-shirt, accidentally letting it slide off her shoulder, revealing the strap of her bra. A bra I knew was delicate lace.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. My gaze flickered down to her medium boobs straining against the thin fabric. "Nothing," I lied, my voice hoarse.
She sauntered closer, the scent of her vanilla lotion filling my senses. It was intoxicating. "Liar," she whispered, pushing me back onto the bed. She straddled me, her eyes locking onto mine. "I've been watching you, stepbrother."
The next moments were a blur of desperate kisses and fumbling hands. Clothes were discarded, inhibitions shed. Her landing strip pussy was wet and eager. I couldn't resist the pull of her. She leaned back, offering herself to me.
I took her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, tasting her desire. She moaned, her hands gripping my hair. I moved lower, showering kisses down her neck, her chest, teasing her nipples. Her moans intensified as I reached her core, the taste of her driving me wild.
She pulled me up, guiding my hard cock to her lips. Her eyes widened, a mix of fear and excitement in them. Her first real blowjob. She took me deep, gagging slightly, but never breaking eye contact. Deep throating like a pro. The sensation was electrifying. She was so petite, so perfect.
Moments later, I exploded in her mouth, covering her face in my cum shot. She swallowed it all, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. Her female orgasm finally came, releasing a guttural cry. This was only the beginning of our little secret.
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Eliza Ibarra