Steve's continued manipulations cause you to let out involuntary moans, gasps, and other exclamations of deific reverence. You wrap your legs around his back, crossing your ankles together, and try to pull him in closer to increase the intensity. He pushes back like someone who knows exactly what they're doing.
"Not yet," says Steve. "I'm going to make you wait like you do to me. For once, I'll be the one in control, and you'll be the one begging for release."
You let out a whimper as a wave of disappointment washes over you, but it quickly fades as Steve begins playing with your new chest. It's very obvious that he knows exactly what you would want to make it feel even better. Not wanting to miss out, you reach up with one of your hands and pull down the front of your dress. You heft the other tit out of the bra and begin to play with it yourself. This act of wanton desire does not go unnoticed by Steve. You can feel him pick up the pace, and you get the feeling he might be getting something different in his mind than just teasing you to exhaustion.
In a (brief) moment of willpower, you decide that you want to try to be more in control of how this is going to play out. You push him away from your very wet pussy, climb up on your hands and knees, and give him the show you always wanted. A lustful look over your should at him as you reach around and slide your hands over your pussy, spreading the lips, showing off your wetness. Just the feeling of something between your lips is enough to make your whole body shudder.
You wonder if this is to be the first of many orgasms you have this evening.
You glance back again and notice that Steve's attention is split between the provocative view in front of him and the increasing bulge in his pants. Guessing by the strain in Steve's pants, it would appear your father-in-law is quite well endowed. Lucky for you!
Seizing on yet another moment of weakness, you strip out of your dress, standing there in your jewelry, the bra with your tits hanging out, and your shoes. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and are amazed at how sexy your mother-in-law could look. You grab Steve by the belt, and he stands right up. You switch places with him and lay him down on the bed, now his feet hanging off the end. Without saying a word, you undo his belt and slide his pants and underwear to his ankles. His cock is standing perfectly erect, pulsing with the excitement of someone who's never had it touched.
As you walk around and start to crawl up on the bed, Steve begins to try to speak, suggesting that you could maybe touch his cock. Without responding or letting him finish, you straddle his head and lower voluptuous ass onto his face. Not needing any extra encouragement, he resumes licking away at your very, very wet pussy. It isn't long before he takes you over the edge to your first full orgasm. You can barely stay upright when it starts, bucking your hips against his face, but by the time your string of expletives and commands fades, you've collapsed forward with your head right next to his cock.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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