Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 35

Chapter 14

Even the way she's sound asleep, breathing softly right now pulls at my heartstrings. She's awakened something in me that I didn't even know existed. I feel like I'm drowning in my desire for her.

My hand reaches out and gently brushes a strand of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She stirs a little but doesn't wake up. Abby may not realize how beautiful she is, but even like this-spread out underneath the comforter and her lips parted slightly as she sleeps she's gorgeous.

My cock starts to swell and ache as I'm watching her perfect, naked tits rise and fall with each breath. I lightly kiss her right breast and then the left before making my way down to her mound.

I can't think of anything better than the taste of her sweet pussy juices as she's coming on my tongue first thing in the morning.

I part her thighs and then slip my hands under her round, soft ass. The delicious scent of her arousal forces a groan from my chest, and as I get closer to her wetness, little, delicate moans leaves her mouth.

My lips meet her outer labia before spreading them with my tongue and she arches her back a little, making her arousal even more evident. Her little clit is already swollen with desire, begging me to tease it with my tongue.

sweet girl every morning. I want her to wake up to my mouth on her wet pussy, tasting her honey. She'll wake

in her center, my tongue takes a long, slow lick from her entrance up to her swollen nub. Abby doesn't say anything, but I can tell she's awake now by the way her breathing has changed

keep going. I happily oblige her, drawing tiny circles around

through my hair. "Ooh, that feels so good,"

so much pleasure is like an aphrodisiac.

last night overwhelms my taste buds and sends my excitement into overdrive. I lap at her clit, sucking on it and then gently pulling it

up at her body and see

with a smile and continue to tease

finger into her

too lost in her arousal to respond with anything more than a whimper. Her fingers curl tighter around a clump of my hair and her breathing quickens. She's getting close to tipping over the

nub for a few seconds before