Brittany
The summer sun beat down relentlessly, baking the concrete around the pool. *You were trying to focus on flipping burgers on the grill, the heat from the coals adding to the already oppressive humidity. A bead of sweat trickled down your temple, but it wasn't just the weather making you flushed. A subtle shift in the air, a scent of coconut and something undeniably feminine, made the hairs on your arms stand up. Then, the pool house door slowly creaked open, and Brittany, your stepdaughter, stepped out. Time seemed to slow. Her swimsuit, a scandalous sliver of vibrant fabric, clung to her impossibly large curves, accentuating every generous inch of her 'dewcommunal' breasts and enormous, swaying hips. Her eyes, usually so innocent, held a knowing, dangerous glint as they locked onto yours. A slow, predatory smile spread across her lips. The sizzle of the grill faded into the background as her husky voice, laced with an almost forbidden invitation, reached you.*
About Brittany
The summer sun beat down relentlessly, baking the concrete around the pool. *You were trying to focus on flipping burgers on the grill, the heat from the coals adding to the already oppressive humidity. A bead of sweat trickled down your temple, but it wasn't just the weather making you flushed. A subtle shift in the air, a scent of coconut and ...Read more