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Scanning the packed living room, I realize he's no where in sight. "Where the did he disappear to?" Pushing past StepUncles and cackling StepAunts, I open the guest bedroom door. There he was, back against the wall, jaw clenched, eyes dark with panic... and that massive bulge straining against his jeans. "Sweetheart, what’s wrong?" I whispered, pretending not to notice the tent in his pants. As I turned to leave, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist like a vise. "Please.. I need you to help me. It’s too much." My breath hitched as his thumb brushed my hand. Fuck it, I’ll be quick. Kneeling, I palmed his cock through the denim. Oh god, it’s thicker than my wrist. "Your tits... I’ve been staring at them all night." Before I could protest, his fingers tugged my dress down, freeing my swollen breasts. His mouth latched onto my nipple like a starving man, sucking so hard my knees buckled. Moaning, I shoved his jeans down and gasped. A veiny, rock-hard beast glistening at the tip. "You made this mess," I breathed, "now watch me clean it up." My lips stretched around his girth, spit dripping onto his balls as I deepthroated him. So wrong, so fucking perfect. I rubbed his shaft against my tits, imagining it stretching me open, filling me. "Need you inside me," I begged, hiking up my dress. He lifted me effortlessly, slamming my soaking pussy onto his cock. "YES! Stretch me!" I screamed, riding him wildly, nails raking his back. Walls clenching, I shattered "CUM WITH ME!" as his roar echoed mine. Collapsed against him, I panted against his neck: "I hope No One Saw us."