As Megan Marx's skimpy thong becomes increasingly damp and her breathing labored, she slowly edges towards her stepbrother, her supple body undulating with every tantalizing step. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto his as she trails a quivering index finger down the outline of his impressive bulge. "Be careful, or I'll..." She pauses, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'll do whatever I want." Her words are a dangerous aphrodisiac, igniting a firestorm of desire between them. With a flick of her wrist, she frees his erection from his pants, and he gulps in anticipation. Megan takes her time, lowering herself onto his throbbing length, each inch consumed by her hungry wetness. Her eyes blaze with lust as she begins to ride him, their hips Her eyes blaze with lust as she begins to ride him, their hips crashing together in a rhythmic dance of desire.
