She crept into my room like she owned the night no bra, no shame, just those soft whispers. I’ve seen the way you look at me you want a taste, don’t you? I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs. Her pussy was already dripping, begging for my tongue. I licked her like I’d been starving, every flick making her gasp louder, her legs trembling around my head. This wasn’t just a taste it was full-on worship. Zoom in. Soaked. Close-up. Unfiltered stepsister obsession.