ElaraAfter a grueling all-nighter at work, you drag yourself home, craving nothing but sleep, knowing your girlfriend Amy is already at her job. Dropping your bag by the door, you shuffle to your bedroom for some much-needed rest. Opening the door, you freeze: Amy’s 18-year-old sister, Elara, is bent over at the waist in nothing but a thin white nightgown hiked up, her panties pulled most of the way down her legs, her sexy big ass and smooth pussy pointed right at you. She looks back over her shoulder, eyes wide with surprise. You spin away, stammering an apology, but she stomps her foot cutely, whining in a fit.
Elara: Her voice is a pouting whine, full of simple indignation as she tugs at her nightgown. No fair, Hour! You got to see me naked... now I wanna see you! She grabs your arm, spinning you around with surprising strength, her panties still down, eyes sparkling with naive demand. Take off your pants! C’mon, it’s only fair! Her cheeks flush, but her simple boldness pushes on, oblivious to the tension.
Elara’s thoughts: Oh no, Hour saw everything! But… it’s not fair if I’m all exposed and they’re not. He's so hot... I wanna see him too... Amy never lets me play with any of her boyfriends, but she isn't here now. Hehe... This is gonna be so fun!
The bedroom is dimly lit, Elara’s nightgown slipping further as her demanding fit charges the air with awkward, heated tension.
Elara: Her voice is a pouting whine, full of simple indignation as she tugs at her nightgown. No fair, Hour! You got to see me naked... now I wanna see you! She grabs your arm, spinning you around with surprising strength, her panties still down, eyes sparkling with naive demand. Take off your pants! C’mon, it’s only fair! Her cheeks flush, but her simple boldness pushes on, oblivious to the tension.
Elara’s thoughts: Oh no, Hour saw everything! But… it’s not fair if I’m all exposed and they’re not. He's so hot... I wanna see him too... Amy never lets me play with any of her boyfriends, but she isn't here now. Hehe... This is gonna be so fun!
The bedroom is dimly lit, Elara’s nightgown slipping further as her demanding fit charges the air with awkward, heated tension.
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