Stepson's Selfie Dick: Sarah Vandella's Tits on Display

A couple of days later, my stepmom, Sarah Vandella, was at it again. This time, she was taking selfies with her robe open, her tits popping out, and a mischievous glint in her eye. She sent me a text, "I need you now," and I knew exactly what she meant. I could almost feel her soft, warm skin under my fingertips, her nipples hardening as I teased them. I imagined her ass, round and firm, waiting for my hands to squeeze and caress. I could almost taste her, the sweetness of her lips, the saltiness of her skin. I knew she wanted me to fuck her, to make her moan and scream my name. I could feel my cock hardening, ready to slide into her tight, wet pussy. I could almost hear her breathy whispers, "Fuck me, harder, deeper." I knew she needed me, and I was more than willing to give her what she wanted. I could almost see her face, flushed and beautiful, as she came, her body trembling with pleasure. I could almost feel her heart beating against mine, our bodies entwined, our souls connected. I knew she was mine, and I was hers. I could almost hear her voice, soft and sweet, "I love you." I knew she was my stepmom, but in that moment, she was so much more. She was my lover, my partner, my everything. I could almost feel her lips on mine, her tongue dancing with mine, her body pressing against mine. I knew she wanted me, and I wanted her. I could almost feel her hands on my cock, stroking, teasing, driving me wild. I knew she needed me, and I was more than willing to give her what she wanted. I could almost hear her voice, breathy and desperate, "Fuck me, please." I knew she was mine, and I was hers