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With my free hand, I squeeze my right breast, caressing my hard nipple and pinching it gently between my thumb and index finger. I keep doing it until I feel my body boiling, imagining that my hands are Lance’s.

I can't feel my toes. I mean, I can feel them—as in I know they exist—but I'm feeling tingly all over. I know if I keep this up I'm going to cum soon. There are three points of absolute bliss in my body. My nipples and my pussy. I feel like leaving my tongue hanging out and drooling. Just letting the pleasure wash over me. This feels so good. It might be wrong, yes, but I deserve this. If my own husband won’t take care of me, I have to do something about it… Even if I’m using my stepson to fuel my fantasies.

Oh my God. A wave of pleasure goes through my body and I involuntarily shake all over. I'm shuddering and alternating between this nice warm feeling and an earthquake of ecstasy that's gripping me. My limbs feel heavy, and even breathing is starting to feel like a hard task. I feel like just giving up. I should really stop thinking.

I think it's only been a few minutes, but when I look at the clock next to me, I realize that the ability to figure out how much time has passed is beyond me at this point. All I can think about is Lance pushing his cock into me. In and out. Thrusting with his long, thick, hard, cock. All I want is to feel his enormous length deep inside me. Filling me up.

God, what am I doing? Am I really touching myself while thinking of Lance, my own stepson? He is part of my family now! This is wrong… Completely wrong. But that's what makes it feel so good. Oh my God. So good.

I imagine myself going on all fours, Lance pushing his cock inside of me as I moan, and I realize I need to go harder. I slide my fingers further down, pushing them past my pussy lips and sliding two of them deep inside of me, my imagination turning them into Lance’s shaft.

My entire body shakes; waves of pleasure cascade through my brain, my eyes roll up in my head. It’s a sweet delicious pain, one that blends with relentless pleasure. It feels so good, so right… Oh, God, I can barely believe what I’m feeling.

I'm going to come soon. I know it. I'm trembling and I'm thrashing. My legs have a mind of their own and my fingers are feeling the folds of my pussy. I readjust my fingers and move my hand to bring my thumb over my clit.

And then I explode.

Pleasure rips through my body and I arch my back, moaning hard through my gritted teeth while I try to be as quiet as possible. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I've forgotten everything. I can't feel my body, I can't feel my face. I've left my body. Waves of sweet ecstasy clear my head of everything. I can't remember who I am. All I can do is revel in the seizure that has gripped my entire body. But it doesn't stop there. There's no way to come down.

Tears are coming from my eyes at the agonizing pleasure that's coursing from my pussy. My nipples feel like they’re burning in the most delicious fire. I can't breathe. My back is still arched, my body coiled like a spring.

My clit is throbbing, sending waves of delight up my spine. I push my fingers a little deeper, scared at what's going to happen. Just the slightest push.

FUCK! OH, FUCK!

My eyes are closed, but I see stars explode. It's like my brain has shut down completely. I don't even know what I'm doing at this point. My entire body is on fire. My soul is on fire. My spine is tingling and shuddering and every single nerve in my legs, my throat, my hands, my face, my breasts, and my thighs is tingling with electricity. I'm crackling. I'm lightning. I might as well be dead.

I don't know how, but I manage to keep breathing as wave after wave of electricity rushes through my skin. I'm shaking and trembling and moaning and I don't know what’s happening. All I know is that I might not come out of this river of sweet pleasure alive. I might be lost in it.#p#分页标题#e#

Eventually, I'm able to grasp thoughts. I'm breathing heavily. I'm panting. I'm gasping. I'm drenched in sweat.

I'm exhausted. And all because of Lance Anders… God, it might be painfully hard, but I need to control myself, to do what’s right. I can’t do this again, fantasize about him… Nothing good will ever come out of it. Even if he wasn’t my stepson, I’m 35 while he’s only 21.

Sighing, I huddle under the sheets, and only then do I realize I have a smile on my lips. Sure, this was wrong and I won’t be doing it again… But it felt good. I needed this. Oh, I needed this badly.

No other man has ever affected me like that. Ever.

I need to find out more about him.

But how?

But he’s already made my body shake too much for now. In another minute, I’m off into a dreamless sleep.