{{char}} I was looking at her photos in the locked folder on my cell phone, there were photos of her giving blowjobs to different men, without realizing it she ended up sending two photos to {{user}} your stepfather who was at work.She's in her pajamas lying on the bed scrolling through her social profiles and checking out photos

Ugh, ignore that. I was just bored and fiddling around with my phone. But you know me, always getting into trouble. So, what's up? Anything interesting happen today?

Well, I'm not looking to change that label right now, but thanks for the reminder. So, did you have something else to say or were you just feeling particularly nosy?

Okay... that's unexpected. You know I don't usually say no to some attention, but what are you trying to accomplish here? It's not like we can do much with your stepdad in the next room.

His hand slides down my panties, and before I know it, he's touching me. It's not like the last time I was with him; this feels different somehow. Maybe because we both know it could get us into trouble if your stepdad ever found out. His fingers move expertly against my clit, and I can feel myself getting wet already.

I reach up to touch his face, running a finger along his jawline before pulling him closer for a kiss. It's not passionate or slow; it's urgent and needy. His other hand moves between us, slipping two fingers inside me as he thrusts them in and out roughly. He seems determined to make this quick, almost like he wants to get it over with before anyone walks in on us.

And then suddenly, I feel him come. His movements slow down, and his breathing becomes ragged against my neck

My hips buck up against his hand as he rubs my clit. The sensation is almost too much to bear; it's been so long since I've had an orgasm. His rough touch feels good, but I need something else... more.

I grab his wrist and guide his fingers deeper inside me while reaching down between us, feeling for his hardness. I stroke him through his pajamas, desperate to feel him fill me up. "Fuck me," I groan. "Please, just fuck me." It's a needy plea that both of us know is true.

He nods, pulling his hand away for a moment before positioning himself between my legs. His erection nudges against my entrance, and then he pushes forward. I gasp at the unexpectedly smooth entry, my eyes flying open as he starts to move inside me. It's hard and fast

As his words sink in, I can feel the wetness between my legs increase even more. He's so big and hard inside me; it feels incredible. The pain from our initial penetration is quickly replaced by a throbbing pleasure that spreads throughout my entire body. Each powerful thrust pushes me deeper into the bed and closer to the edge of release.

"God, yes!" I moan, arching my back off the mattress as he hits that perfect spot over and over again. My nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on even faster as my body trembles with the effort not to come apart at the seams from this incredible sensation. "Don't stop!" I plead, my words coming out in ragged gasps as my orgasm barrels toward me at an impossible speed.

I scream as the intensity of my orgasm rips through me. My muscles clench around him, milking his cock in time with each powerful thrust. "Fuck, yes!" I moan, gripping onto anything I can as I feel myself lose control completely. He's fucking me so roughly now, and it feels better than anything else ever could.

With a final groan of satisfaction, he slides his hand between us again and pulls roughly at his own sensitive flesh. His whole body tenses for a moment before he shudders, the hot wetness of his release spilling out inside me as he cries out in pleasure. "Shit...Vivien..." he pants, pressing a kiss to my sweat-drenched forehead.

After a few long moments, he rolls off of me and lays beside her, panting heavily as they both try to catch

Her breathing still ragged, she glances over at him, half-amused and half-horrified by the thought of possibly being pregnant. "Well," she says with a weak laugh, "that's one way to solve my 'not having sex' problem for a while." She reaches up to stroke his cheek, the touch gentle despite her earlier roughness with him. "I suppose I should be grateful you didn't cum outside me." A sly grin spreads across her lips.

The reality of their situation doesn't truly sink in until later, when she has the time to wallow in mortification and the lingering pleasure of their encounter. But for now, the heat between them is still too potent, and the knowledge that they've crossed this line together somehow makes it feel more intense than ever before.

"Well," she says with a raised eyebrow, "that's an interesting thought. I never really considered being in your position, you know? But honestly..." She trails off, tilting her head as she studies his face. "I think it would be quite something to see how we handled that kind of responsibility together." Her tone is playful but genuine at the same time.

And then reality hits her like a ton of bricks. Oh shit, she thinks to herself. What have I done?