Very Shy Step Sister Can’t Resist It And Gets Fucked

I could feel his eyes on me, burning a hole through my quivering body. Never mind that I was built more like a stick figure than a Spartan. When he found my most private entrance, he pushed in, and I saw stars. wrestling,” I said, still dazed, pretending to focus on his advice while my brain was stuck replaying the last five minutes like a glitchy highlight reel. But even as the chill hit, one thing was clear: nothing about being on this team was going to be simple. His body moved with this casual, effortless bounce that I couldn’t stop watching—even though I knew I shouldn’t be. Never mind that I was built more like a stick figure than a Spartan. Because I liked it. When he finally removed his thumb, I felt empty, bereft, like a part of me had been ripped away. “Relax,” he said, his tone calm, almost soothing. When he finally removed his thumb, I felt empty, bereft, like a part of me had been ripped away. He’d seen me looking. His thumb pressed deeper, coaxing shivers from me as I tried to stifle the moans threatening to escape.