Sweaty Stepsister Craves A Hard Filling Post-workout Pov

“Go on, show me you want it,” he whispered, his voice low and commanding, igniting something primal within me. His words, his touch, his presence—it was all-consuming me. My cheeks hollowed as I worked harder, my hands stroking where my lips couldn’t reach. For a moment, silence stretched between us, charged and electric, until his hand slid down to cradle my jaw gently. He moved higher, his mouth claiming the swell of my breast, his tongue flicking teasingly over my hardened nipples, before continuing his ascent. He looked down at me, his eyes wild with satisfaction. “Good girl,” he murmured. “You like this kind of stuff more than you want to admit.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as his words hung in the air.