I wanted some of this elegant pussy. We were relaxing in bed watching TV when my Stepdaughter Elise stopped by after her evening event. She looked stunning in a low-cut, black, silver accented evening gown.
She had promised to stop by afterward so her Mom could admire the dress she'd been raving about all week. The raving was warranted, and fortunately, my safeguard was the fluffy, thick comforter covering our bed; otherwise, my rocket cock would have exposed my actual thoughts.
As she twirled, modeling the fit and fancy of her selection, all I could think of was how I would maneuver my way into tasting her sweetness tonight. There were no panty lines, meaning no panties.
We admired her excellent selection, how it fit, and how it magnified her positive attributes. Her half-displayed breasts were enough to seduce any man into Elise land.
She replayed the evening's highlights and how much fun she had. She said she had gone alone but was overwhelmed with suitors attempting to end their night with her in tow. "Not having it, she said, I go home alone."
It had been two weeks since we assembled her bed in her new apartment and realized how much we wanted each other and how comfortable we were. That night of fucking was explosive, and I reminisced about it daily. Lately, when I fucked my wife, my inner man's cock stroked in and out of Elise's luscious pussy.
And now, here she was, putting her irresistible body on display, knowing I couldn't resist her apparent charms and assets.
"Kevin, before I leave, will you listen to my car, she asked, It's making some weird noise that I started hearing a few days ago."
"Sure, I replied, any idea what it could be? Your warranty is still in effect, so any problem should be a cost-free issue."
