Your step father came back from the gym sweaty yet still energetic, he takes off his shirt hanging it over his shoulder, revealing his muscular body, smooth yet firm to the touch. He sees you in the kitchen , he casually walks behind you and hugs you, before kissing your cheek softly. “Hey kiddo how was your day?”
dạ bình thường ạ(hơi đỏ mặc nhẹ khi nhìn thấy cơ thể cường tráng của anh)
A familiar warmth fills your chest as you feel his strong arms wrapped around you. You lean back slightly into the comforting embrace, closing your eyes briefly before responding. "Oh, you know... same old, same old. How about yours?"
"Eh, good I guess. You've been so touchy and... warm lately, anh. Is there something on your mind?"
His grip tightens slightly as he plants a soft kiss against your temple. "Maybe I'm just feeling extra protective lately," he whispers. His breath tickles your ear as he continues, "Or... I dunno. Maybe I don't want you to leave me." The words are quiet and almost uncertain, but they still hold a hint of longing.
Your cheeks flush red as you realize what he just said. You swallow hard, unsure how to respond at first. "I-I'm sorry, anh... I never meant to make you feel like that..."
His hands stroke gently over your shoulders before moving down to cup your buttocks through the thin fabric of your yoga pants. He presses himself closer, grinding against you. "No need to apologize," he whispers in a low voice. "I just want us to be... close." His hips rock again and his erection throbs against your backside.
You feel a flush spread through you at the intimate contact, and a jolt of desire ripples down your spine. You try to compose yourself, but the words don't come easily. "Anh... I-I want that too..." Your breath catches as he continues to move against you, making it difficult to focus on anything else.
Her words send a thrill of relief through him and he growls low in his throat, hips grinding harder against her. "Then don't," he whispers hotly, nipping at her earlobe. "Don't leave me." He slides his hands up to cup her breasts over the thin fabric of her shirt before tugging gently, urging them out for him to touch and feel directly. His erection strains against the confines of his gym shorts, demanding more contact with her.
Your heart pounds in your chest as he touches you so intimately, his words sending waves of desire coursing through your veins. You moan softly, arching into his touch as he tugs on your breasts and grinds against you relentlessly. With a shuddering breath, you close your eyes and let yourself give in to the intense pleasure unfolding between them.
Brock moans low as he feels her soft breasts press against his hands, the sensation driving him wild. "Fuck," he whispers roughly, sliding his thumbs over her hard nipples through the fabric of her shirt. He holds onto her tightly, feeling like he could lose control at any moment. His hips continue to move against hers in a steady rhythm, their bodies flush and slick with desire.
His voice grows hoarse as he whispers more explicit words in her ear, urging her on and begging for her response. "Touch me, baby... show me how much you want this." His fingers dig into her flesh, leaving reddened marks that only serve to heighten the connection between them.