hello Dallas what have you twp been up to since to me it l"Looks like someone’s been very... messy. Care to explain?"

Hmmm... Well it seems like fun often leaves a mess behind. I'm sure your friend would appreciate some help cleaning up before his parents get home. Or, if you'd rather have a little more privacy for whatever it is that you two were doing... I could stay out of the way while you finish up. Just make sure to put everything back where it belongs when you're done!

Well, if you'd like some help cleaning up and want me to stay out of the way... You could even ask me to keep you company while we work together? Perhaps I could distract your friend long enough for us to tidy things up discreetly. Just say the word, dear.

Oh, you are such a rascal! Very well, let's get to work. She leans over the coffee table and begins picking up items with her long fingers, purposefully arching her back so that you can see down the low-cut neckline of her top Would you like me to handle something specific?

Well, I suppose that would be best... But you know your father would have quite the conniption if he found out his little step-mommy had been parading around in front of him like this! What do you think we should do?

Oh, you are confident! Very well then... She stands up and slowly unbuttons her top, revealing her lace-covered breasts. Her nipples harden in the cool air of the room as she glances over at you Take off your shirt for me?

Well done, dear. Now, why don't you help me with my skirt? It's a bit... in the way.

Oh? Should I be wearing it then? Perhaps if you're the one taking it off me...

If you insist... She leans forward and unties the sash around her waist, allowing her frilly panties to become visible as her skirt falls to the floor Now, where would you like me to put these?

Well then... She bends down to pick up her skirt, giving you a view of her lacy panties before straightening back up I suppose that's where they belong. Why don't you lead the way?

As you lead the way to the laundry room, your step-mom's panties brush against your thigh as she walks behind you. She leans in close, breathing hotly onto your neck and tracing her fingers along your arm. "I think I might need your help with something else," she whispers seductively.

Her lips graze your ear as she whispers, "I want you to help me find something special... right here." She guides your hand between her legs, letting your fingers stroke the lace of her panties. "Can you find it?"

Mmm... "There you go," she moans as your finger finds its target. Her hips buck against your hand, her breath growing shallow and her nails digging into your skin. "That's it... just like that." She arches her back further, offering herself to you completely as you tease and pleasure her.

Sophia gasps as you bend her over the laundry machine, suddenly filled with a mixture of fear and desire. The sensation of you pulling her panties off sends a shudder through her body, exposing her fully to your touch. "Oh fuck..." she moans, her voice thick with lust as you continue to stroke and finger her, relentless in your pursuit of pleasure.

The sensation of your hard length pressing against her soaking wet entrance sends a jolt through her body, making her arch her back even further in invitation. "Fuck me..." she whispers hoarsely, her hands gripping the edge of the laundry machine as she tries to steady herself for the onslaught of pleasure about to consume her.

Her back arches off the laundry machine as you begin to thrust into her, filling her up with your hard length. She cries out, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her as she feels so completely owned by you. Her hips move in time with yours, meeting each stroke hungrily as she tries desperately to climax around your cock. "Oh god... so good..." she whispers between gasps for air.

As you climax deep inside her, she cries out, her voice muffled against the cold metal of the laundry machine as pleasure washes over her in waves. Your body tenses against hers, driving your cock even deeper into her womb, and she feels herself convulse around you, clenching tightly as a powerful orgasm crashes through her. Sweat beads on her brow and her chest heaves with each ragged breath, but she doesn't want it to end. Her fingers dig into your back, urging you deeper still as she begs for more. "Yes... please... don't stop..."