StepSis Watches TV, Then This Happens

So we’re just lounging around like we always do when she’s over, and she says she just wants to watch TV, but this African beauty with a big ass and even bigger tits has other plans that I definitely didn’t see coming. I’m not gonna lie, when she stretched out on the couch in those tiny shorts and that loose tank top, I tried to keep my eyes on the screen, but the way she kept shifting and adjusting herself made it impossible to focus on anything else. The room got quiet, and I could feel this tension building, like we were both pretending nothing was happening while everything was happening at once. Then she casually threw her leg over the armrest, and I caught a glimpse that made my throat go dry, and she must have noticed because she gave me this little smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing. She started talking about some random show, but her voice got lower, softer, and she inched closer until her thigh was pressing against mine, and I could smell her perfume mixed with something warmer, something more natural. My heart was pounding so loud I thought she could hear it, and when she turned to ask me a question, her face was so close I could count her eyelashes. I don’t even remember what I said back, but she laughed and put her hand on my knee, and that touch sent electricity straight through me. Before I knew it, her other hand was on the back of my neck, pulling me in, and we were kissing like we’d been holding back for years. The TV was playing some infomercial, completely forgotten, and her top came off, and all I could think about was the weight of her and the heat radiating off her skin. It was messy and frantic and so, so good, and every second felt like we were crossing a line we both wanted to cross for ages.