step sister rides: Must-Have Best Morning Experience

So my step sister rides me awake, and I’m barely conscious when I feel her weight shift on the mattress, her thigh sliding over my hip like it belongs there. She whispers something about how she’s been waiting for me to wake up, and her voice is still raspy from sleep, which does something to my chest. I open my eyes to her hair falling loose around her face and her big tits right there as she leans down, grinding slow at first, just breathing against my neck. It’s lazy and warm, morning light bleeding through the blinds, and she keeps talking, low and filthy, telling me exactly what she wants, and I can’t help but grip her hips. She moves faster, her rhythm getting messy, and I’m just watching her use me, the way her mouth falls open, the little sounds she makes when she gets close. When she finally finishes, she doesn’t pull off—she stays put, flushed and smiling, and I feel that pulsing warmth spread through me, her legs trembling against my sides. We just lie there after, sticky and quiet, her cheek on my chest, and I think about how this is probably the best way I’ve ever started a day.