Stepsister's Secret: Biting My Ass Off in Silk Stockings

The scent of her cheap, sweet perfume mixed with the sharp musk of her arousal was driving me fucking insane. Clara, my stepsister, leaned against the mahogany dresser, those black lace stockings clinging to her impossibly tight thighs. Her blonde hair spilled over one shoulder like a waterfall of silk. "You promised this was the last time," she breathed, her eyes dark pools of wicked promise, before slamming her wet cunt against my erection. The sound—a slick, heavy slap—echoed in the quiet room. She hooked her fingers into my hips, pulling herself down until the friction felt like a goddamn electric shock. "Fuck me harder!" she gasped, her nails digging in as she started grinding, that perfect, tight grip milking every inch of my cock. I buried my face in the curve of her neck, inhaling the salty taste of her skin. "Take my cock deep, you little slut!" I growled, driving into her slick pussy until she bucked beneath me. Her ass cheeks slapped against my thighs with a wet thwack. "Cum inside me! Breed me, asshole!