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I'm hopeless with tech, aren't I? Barging into your room, flinging the curtains wide to wake you . I need help with my phone. You grab it, fiddling in settings, and there it is: my open tabs, nudes staring back. Tits out, legs spread, hairy pussy on full display. You smirk. "So, what did you say you were doing for work again?'. I mumble on with the repetitive story I tell everyone. 'Not getting your tits out for cash?" Mortified doesn't cover it. "Why were you even looking there? Stop it!" You're already hard, cock out, stroking slow. "Put that away! How much did you see?" Enough to make you throb, you say. Begging you not to tell — They would drill me — and you bargain: "Let me see more." Reluctant as hell, phone in your hand while you wank harder. Shocked by my bush? Flustered, I explain it's all roleplay fantasy — people beg for stepbrother stuff. "Imagine us making one?" Half-joke, but my stockinged feet slide up, stroking your cock through the nylon, teasing the tip. You groan, hand diving under my skirt, rubbing over my knickers till they're soaked. Your cockhead nudges my gusset, pushing fabric aside but not in. I slap it away — "No!" — when you try to breach. Sliding hot against my wet lips, though. "You can't. Not on anything." But you do. Thrust deep into my hairy pussy, and fuck, you feel good. Missionary pound, my tits bouncing wild as you rail me. I warn you — pull out! — but you unload anyway, creampie flooding me risky and raw. Then, my turn. Lay back I piss all over your spent cock — warm, golden stream marking you as mine.