My stepsister climbs into my bed to fuck while my stepmother discovers us

The moment my stepsister slipped beneath the covers and climbed into my bed, my heart began to race. Our bodies were closely pressed together in the darkness, and I could feel her warmth radiating through her nightgown. As she lay there, her breathing deepened, signaling both the fear of getting caught and the intense desire she felt. It was clear that she was just as entangled in this forbidden relationship as I was. Tenderly, I reached out to touch her soft skin, tracing a line from her neck down to her waist. She shivered, a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Our lips met, and we kissed passionately, our tongues dancing together in a rhythm that echoed the pulsing of our hearts. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for our mutual need for each other. Despite the danger of being discovered, we were lost in a world of sens ory and passion.