Her step mother was ever daring. She flirt with my glance and I’d catch the heat rising between us. That was a game we played. Her manner she wore her clothes left barely anything to the mind. Every curve felt an invitation. Her boldness was a magnet. Her lips curved into a naughty grin as she saw my gaze. The expression hinted at everything. It made my race. Then her turned. A direct stare that went through my soul. No longer flirting, just pure lust in her face. The anticipation was heavy enough to slice with a blade. We stood near, but still so far. Her reached for my arm. A moment stretched. Her form leaned into me. The perfume of her skin intoxicated me. This was the moment. The fingers moved down. A touch that sent shivers through my. Her felt as strong as mine. The world blurred out. Only her and my craving existed. Her breath warm on my neck. His name, Sofie, whispered in her ear. The name that now held a new significance. Her body arching into me. Her hair cascaded over her face. A cascade of blonde outlining her aroused look. Her moans began to intensify. Her eyes were closed in pleasure. The moment engulfed them. A surrender to taboo lust. Her sheets tumbled beneath us. A sign to the intensity that exploded. Each touch fueled the flames. Her ample boobs heaved with every gasp. An alluring sight that drove me. Her arousal felt my own. Her mouth was open in a gasp of delight. My head tilted backward. Pure surrender. A close-up shot of her face showed each ripple of sensation. Her gaze fixed on mine. A silent connection. Rae was my. Her body moved with a beat that felt all her own. A dance of desire. Her reached around, searching for my. An implicit request to take further. My fingers clasped with mine.