My Steamy Story: Martha, a devout Catholic housewife, kne...

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Okay, so let me spill the tea because this is a whole situation. I was literally on my knees by the bed, clutching my rosary, praying for like, guidance or whatever, but my mind was totally somewhere else. My pastor husband was ghosting me on another 'retreat,' and all I could think about was my stepson John, this absolute king with main character energy who'd been giving me looks that had me feeling all kinds of ways. I was high-key craving to be totally dominated, to have someone just take control, but like, how do you even say that out loud? So I'm in my room, fantasizing hard, my fingers teasing my clit, when the door just opens. OOF. It was John. And he saw everything. He didn't even say anything, just smirked and was like, "Looks like someone's been a very naughty girl." I was shook, but also... turned on AF.

So yeah, he basically rizzed me into this whole arrangement. He’d tell me what lingerie to buy, what to call him, and I was just there for it. My pussy would get so wet just hearing him say, "Get on your knees." His favorite was cowgirl, and honestly? Slay. I'd ride his dick, feeling him fill me up, my back arched, begging, "Please, Master, let me have your cum, I need to have your baby." It was the most iconic, sinful vibe of my life, and I was totally, completely his. Period.