After Stepfather Found My Dirty Secret

Isabella craved Ethan's touch constantly.

Since her eighteenth birthday when he took her innocence, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

She wanted him everywhere.

In the backseat of his sleek car.

On the cold park bench near her home.

Nothing satisfied her hunger for his hard length.

Her body was built for pleasure.

Though young, she possessed curves that would make any woman envious.

Today, her full breasts strained against a too-small bra.

Cleavage spilled from her tight pink top.

Her jeans hugged every curve, accentuating her rounded hips and shapely behind.

She was simply made for this.

"Suck my tits!" Isabella breathed into Ethan's ear. "Harder, Ethan!"

He eagerly took her nipple into his mouth.

Her pink areola filled his hungry lips.

"Mmm, baby," he murmured, face flushed with desire.

He could never get enough of her.

"That's amazing," she moaned.

She straddled his lap firmly.

Her chest pressed tightly against his face.

His hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer.

He squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh.

She gasped as his tongue circled her hardened peaks.

They were so sensitive they tingled against his mouth.

Ethan rocked his hips steadily.

His swollen bulge pressed against her.

Annoyed by her shirt, he tore it off.

It landed in a heap on the couch.

"Fuck my mouth," she whispered, tracing his ear with her tongue. "I need you inside me."

Ethan groaned and lifted her onto the cushions.

He stood and stripped off his jeans.