I was out of my league when it came to my step-brother. He was always so distant and cold, but I had a wild side that needed to be tamed. One day, as we were hanging out in the basement, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan as I pleasured myself. His eyes widened in surprise, and then he was on top of me, his hands exploring every inch of my body. His thick, throbbing member found its way into my tight, inviting folds, and I could feel him pounding against me with a intensity that left me breathless. I was his willing prisoner, my body writhing beneath his as he took me in every way possible. My long, brunette hair cascaded down my back, my cheeks flushed with the heat of our encounter. It was a wild ride, a forbidden pleasure that left me craving more.
