[18+ Only, Mature Conent]
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"We shouldn't be doing this...." I moan against his lips as my hands tug at the zipper of his pants.
"I know." His deep, husky voice whispers trough the small spaces between our mouths. His pants slide down as my hands...
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V A N E S S A
His tongue dances between my thighs, his head buried deep between my legs. I moan, quivering as his tongue explores deeper in the sweetness of my dripping honey.
"Faust...." His name slips my lips in a begging manner. Begging him not to stop licking me. Begging him not to stop touching me.
I wake up, heat radiating from between my legs, my panties moist.
Fuck.
I bite my lip and check the time. Three o'clock in the afternoon. My mom went to meet up with some friends at a near by coffee shop, Faust was still at his meeting. Leaving me alone in the mansion, with Chauncey being wherever the hell he wanders.
Seeing I have nothing else better to do, I slide my hand between my thighs, pleasuring myself. I think of Faust. I imagine my hand as his, slowly curling inside me, making me come closer to my climax with each thrust of my fingers.
I moan his name quietly, making sure that I was only able to hear, even though the house was practically empty. His name rolls off my tongue so easily.
"Oh, Faust...." I arch my back and finger myself faster, wishing he was here to witness how badly I crave him.
I let out a sharp gasp and shut my legs as I finally came onto my fingers.
Oh Faust, if only you were here to clean up the mess you caused.
I sigh in my mind and go into the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom my mother had cleaned for my stay. I decide to take a quick shower.
I don't know what was really going on with me. I just met my mothers fiancé, and I'm totally lusting over him. Wanting to fuck him, and cum for him. God, what is wrong with me?
I slip out of my clothes, tuning on the hot water, before stepping in the shower. I let the water run down me as I try to cleanse myself of the unnatural thoughts I have for my soon-to-be StepFather.
It was all so wrong. I couldn't even imagine the disgusted hatred my mother would have for me if she knew what I was thinking. I don't even want to know what Faust would think about me either.
I should be mortified by my thoughts, but somehow part of me is not. As sick and twisted as my thoughts may be, I can't help but smirk to myself at the mire thought of Faust becoming mine.
