The air crackled with unspoken desires. My step-sister, all fiery Latina curves and mischievous eyes, sauntered into the living room. She was wearing my old hoodie and nothing else. My heart skipped a beat. We both knew this had been building for weeks, a forbidden tension sizzling beneath the surface of everyday life.
“You always take the best spot on the sofa,” she purred, her voice a husky whisper. I swallowed hard, watching her. Her big ass rippled as she perched on the edge, facing me. She leaned in, and the scent of her perfume – a heady mix of vanilla and something untamed – filled my senses. I could see the faint shadow of piercings glinting beneath the fabric of her hoodie, hinting at the wild spirit she usually kept hidden.
“Maybe you should come take it from me,” I managed, my voice rough with anticipation. Her lips curved into a knowing smile. That’s when she made her move, straddling my lap in one fluid motion. The heat between us was immediate, electric. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist, feeling the soft give of her skin beneath the worn cotton.
Her hands found my hair, tugging playfully as she leaned in for a kiss. It started slow, tentative, a dance of tongues and unspoken promises. Then, it deepened, becoming frantic, desperate. Her hot kissing ignited a fire in my belly. We were lost in each other, the taboo nature of our connection only fueling the flames.
She pulled back, her eyes dark with desire. “I want to ride you,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. And with that, she began to move, her hips grinding against mine, a primal rhythm taking over. Her twerking sent shivers down my spine. I reached up and squeezed her big ass, unable to resist the urge to feel her completely. This amateur couple had turned the family sofa into a playground for forbidden pleasure. I knew this wouldn't be our last tryst.
This was the best sex I'd ever had.
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