My Fitness Step-sister Fucked In Doggystyle

I promise him a fashion show after dinner and he sends me on my way with a playful swat on my ass. Humming happily, I head to the bathroom and run a quick bath, slipping under the bubbles and letting the hot water work the post sex kinks from my muscles. wanting… “You got to try something earlier so I get to now…”

He lies on his back, the top of his head near my crotch and motions for me to straddle his face. this… Put simply, I don’t want to lose him, not at all. Use me! wanting… Forgive me?”

“Are you kidding?” I chuckle. I respond with equal passion, our tongues dancing with each other. “Burger sauce on boob!” he grins triumphantly before leaning down and greedily licking it up, his tongue sending tingles through me. I’m a squirming, squealing, giggling mess as he attacks all my most ticklish spots in turn and says ‘Darl’ to the tune of the Imperial March from Star Wars, repeating and tickling harder each time. She quickly (and unnecessarily) explains that they are not together, they’ve just been put on the same table, though I catch a hint of something in her voice that I can’t quite place.