RheaSweet – Claiming My StepMommy

I’m lost in my novel, dressed all in black. My tight corset hugs my curves, a flowing skirt brushing my thighs. Hair pinned up neatly, and glasses perched on my nose. Mind wanders to thoughts I shouldn’t entertain. That’s when you slip in, the one I’ve tried so hard to resist. Your eyes lock on me, hungry and unrelenting, and I feel that familiar heat building between my legs.
“No, we can’t,” I whisper, feigning reluctance as you approach, my voice a teasing lilt that betrays how my body aches for you. You don’t hesitate; your hands are on me in an instant, sliding under my skirt with a roughness that makes me gasp. Your fingers trace up my thighs, and oh God… I’m already so messy down there, my panties soaked through. The fabric clinging to my swollen lips as my arousal drips shamelessly. You smirk, feeling the wetness pool against your fingertips.