Sophia Locke's Laundry Fetish: Sniffing, Sucking, and Fucking

My stepson and I used to be so close, but now that summer's ending and football practice has started, he's always busy. I miss the way things were, the way we used to be. I remember the last time we were together, how he looked at me with those hungry eyes, how his hands wandered over my body. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the desire in his touch. I wanted him so badly, but I knew I couldn't have him. Not yet, at least. I could see the outline of his cock through his jeans, the way it strained against the fabric. I wanted to touch it, to feel it in my hand, but I held back. I knew I had to wait, to let him come to me. I could feel my own arousal building, the wetness between my legs. I wanted him to fuck me, to take me right there on the couch. But I knew I had to be patient, to let him make the first move. I could feel my heart racing, my breath coming in short gasps. I wanted him so badly, but I knew I had to wait. I could feel my nipples hardening, my tits aching for his touch. I wanted him to suck on them, to bite them, to make me moan. I could feel my ass clenching, my pussy throbbing. I wanted him to fuck me hard, to make me scream. I could feel my body trembling, my mind racing. I wanted him so badly, but I knew I had to wait. I could feel my stepson's eyes on me, the way he looked at me with such desire. I knew he wanted me, just as much as I wanted him. I could feel the tension between us, the electricity in the air. I knew it was only a matter of time before we gave in to our desires, before we fucked each other senseless. I could feel my body