The air crackled with unspoken tension. Tiana, her eyes sparkling mischievously behind her braces, sauntered into the living room. Her small boobs strained against the thin fabric of her top. "Jayden," she purred, her voice laced with playful challenge, "I need your artistic opinion."
Jayden, sprawled on the couch, looked up, his eyes widening slightly. He knew what kind of 'artistic opinion' she was seeking. They'd been dancing around this for weeks, ever since she moved in. The stepsister dynamic had ignited a fire neither of them could ignore. He felt a little awkward because she's the stepsister, but the lust was too strong.
"Oh yeah?" Jayden grinned, trying to play it cool. "About what?"
"My, uh, canvas." Tiana gestured south with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Needs some color."
He rose, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Tiana, ever the tease, led him to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed and began to unbutton her jeans. "I want to be flexible, can you help me?" Tiana asked. "I have some moves I would like to show you." He couldn't resist any longer. The seduction had reached a fever pitch.
Soon, they were entangled in a frenzy of touch. Jayden’s hands roamed over Tiana’s petite body, exploring every curve. Tiana returned the favor, her nimble fingers working their magic on his cock, bringing him to the edge of sanity. She wanted a blowjob with the deep throating of his cock.
The kiss grew hotter, tongues intertwining as they tumbled onto the bed. Jayden flipped her onto her back and went down on her, his tongue a sensual paintbrush, flicking and swirling across her wetness. Her legs wrapped around his head, urging him deeper, faster. After the pussy licking, he flipped her to missionary and went deeper into her. She wanted him in every position.
"Paint me, Jayden," she gasped, her voice thick with desire. "Make me yours." He did. All night long.