Stepdad and I, the connoisseurs of somehow forbidden allure of the forbidden fruit, go to the woods. He wants to unravel my figure, running his big hands over my large, healthy breasts, while I am searching his mouth with my lips. Our appetites remain primitive, our attraction sets the stage for a whirlwind affair that comes close to capturing the beauty of such a place.
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