Only Tarts – Tanya Ray – The Scent Of Sex

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While her stepbrother got ready for work, Tanya Ray slipped into his room the way she had been thinking about for weeks. His shirt was still warm from the chair. She took it to the bed, pressed the fabric to her face, and let the scent of him go straight through her. It was never only the shirt. It was him – on the cotton, in the room, in her head. She dragged it down over her natural tits, across her stomach, between her thighs, and started touching herself to the smell, slow at first, then with a hunger she couldn’t keep quiet.
Then stepbrother found her like that: on his sheets, his shirt against her skin, her hand working her dripping pussy. Tanya didn’t invent an excuse. She looked at him and told the truth. His scent made her wet. She had come in here because she couldn’t stand another morning of only imagining it. The look on his face said she was about to get far more than the fabric. She opened her white shirt and showed him her breasts, asking him closer as if the smell on her skin now belonged to both of them. She freed his thick cock and took him into her mouth the way she had been wanting to – unhurried, devoted, breathing him in while she sucked. He pushed deeper, filling her throat, and she let him, then dropped lower to lick his balls, still chasing that same scent. A firm slap landed on her juicy ass before he pressed the head of his cock against her tight shaved pussy. He barely fit. Tanya’s breath broke. Then he started moving, and the stretch turned into heat. He fucked her from behind on his own bed, deep and steady, her moans muffled in his sheets. He rolled her onto her back and took her in missionary, watching her face while he drove into her. She climbed on after that, sank down onto him, and rode with rolling hips, stopping only to lick his slick cock and taste both of them before taking him inside her again. He held her waist and came in her – thick, pulsing, filling the wet pussy that had started this on nothing but a stolen shirt. The secret was already theirs.

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