MY STEPSON 5.
I woke up the next morning, feeling sore, my body weak.
I shuffled a little, only to realize I was still in his embrace, his c**k still buried inside me as his chest heaved up and down in his sleep.
I slowly tried to peel his hands off me, so I could go get water, as my throat felt dry.
His grip was tight, holding onto me like I was some treasure he wasn't ready to let go of.
Just then, my phone rang loudly, and I reached out and grabbed it, answering the call without thinking.
“Good morning honey, how was your sleep?” I gulped down saliva. It was Kenny.
“Good morning hun. It was fine. Yours?” I replied easily as though his son's huge c**k hasn't been buried in my swollen p***y since last night.
“Lucien said he was gonna be back last night, and I've been calling, b
