Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

85-Two Finger In.

I was afraid Mr. Olis would wake up, but Zane didn’t care. He had his hands holding my boobs and fondling them while he kept dry-humping me from the back.

I was writing and panicking a little, my heart pounding in my chest, but pleasure took over me. His strong, muscular fin- gers pressed my nipples, making them hard and then press- ing them inside as he drove me crazy. His body was pressed tightly against mine from behind. He held my tits between his fingers and rubbed them before he gripped the nipples and pulled them together, squeezing my boobs hard.

He let go for a moment so that he could turn me around and shove me into the board. He was aggressive when he pulled my sweater up and made me hold it to prevent it from coming down. Once again, he grabbed my nipples and forced them together. Since I had heavy breasts, it wasn’t easy, but he managed to close them as much as he could before he drew his mouth over them. He sucked a nipple and quickly rushed over to the other.

He was sucking and biting onto them, giving me crazy pleasure. The harder he went, the more pleasure I felt. His teeth gently grind over the nipple, nibbling on them and caus- ing streaks of pain to run through my body like an electric current.

He then finally set my breasts free so that he could pull me to the side and pin me against the wall. Not afraid that Mr. Olis would wake up and find us in that condition. His one hand was holding my arms above my head, and the other slowly slipped under my skirt and pulled my panty down. It naked slipped down my soft legs like velvet, leaving my pussy at the mercy of his firm and exploring fingers. The front of his jeans tightened as his fingers rubbed against my wet pussy.

and heavy as I felt my body trem- bling when his finger brutally penetrated

squirmed in pain and pleasure. He drew his face closer and licked my cheek before he pulled back and carried my leg over

gasped, puckering my lips tight and letting him enjoy it. He finger-fucked me

to glance over to the window to make sure we hadn’t woken up Mr. Olis. While he slept like a

over my clit and inner lips, he made sure he had excited me enough into begging

threw my head back and closed my eyes, feeling

I had long forgotten about. My sweater had rolled back down, but Zane’s hand was able to find its way to my boob and grab it. He squeezed my boob while fas-tening the movement. His thrust turned aggressive and wild, making me adjust my leg on his shoulder and bite my lip to not let out a

as I was near finishing, Zane pulled away from me in a

watching him shove his dick inside his pants and then point in the direction of

all the fun. I quickly grabbed my panties and put them on, ad- justing my state while Zane walked over to the board and started finishing the family tree for me. It was a very small gesture, but I liked it. Knowing how Zane didn’t give two fucks about anyone but himself, this was an immense

the time Mr. Olis washed his face and walked out of the bathroom to our room, Zane had finished writing on the board.

done?” the old man asked, and Zane only nodded at him in response, saying, “Don’t forget to prepare for the next quiz. He suffered