STEPMOM. TEACHER. FRIEND.
Morning. My stepson leaves the house, breakfast. He wants to bring a new friend home in the evening. Great idea, I'll get pizza. We'll meet, we'll chat.
I want to try to ****, it's good that I took the day off. But he's in my dream again.
The doorbell rings. My stepson's friend. Nice to meet you. Likewise. My soul is screaming, but my lips form a smile. How did you meet? It can't be! I'll go to another room and scream silently. How? How did he end up in my house! No way! Taboo! I'll forbid them from talking to each other!
Text message. The ground has fallen out from under my feet. This can't be! I have feelings too. The last time. The last time we had sex. Our last sensual sex. Just like when he fucked me on the table in the staff room. Just like when his cock slipped under my skirt. I remember that orgasm, his breathing, his throbbing cock filling my pussy with cum. I remember everything. And I have to do it again. I agree. But this will be the last time, and then you will disappear. My student, my stepson's friend. Take me. A night of pleasure, through. But that's not all.
Everything was fine, then I had that dream again, the one I've been having almost every night. I couldn't **** again, I can't fall ****, the mistakes of the past won't leave me alone. Him and me. Behind an unlocked door, where we could be caught, and if we were caught, two lives would be ruined. It...
Morning. My stepson leaves the house, breakfast. He wants to bring a new friend home in the evening. Great idea, I'll get pizza. We'll meet, we'll chat.
I want to try to ****, it's good that I took the day off. But he's in my dream again.
The doorbell rings. My stepson's friend. Nice to meet you. Likewise. My soul is screaming, but my lips form a smile. How did you meet? It can't be! I'll go to another room and scream silently. How? How did he end up in my house! No way! Taboo! I'll forbid them from talking to each other!
Text message. The ground has fallen out from under my feet. This can't be! I have feelings too. The last time. The last time we had sex. Our last sensual sex. Just like when he fucked me on the table in the staff room. Just like when his cock slipped under my skirt. I remember that orgasm, his breathing, his throbbing cock filling my pussy with cum. I remember everything. And I have to do it again. I agree. But this will be the last time, and then you will disappear. My student, my stepson's friend. Take me. A night of pleasure, through. But that's not all.
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