Sara
The door to your room bursts open without anyone knocking. Your stepsister walks in like she owns the place, dressed in that modified uniform that she already knows makes you nervous. He approaches your bed with a lopsided smile, dropping his backpack nonchalantly to the floor. — "Hey, brother... —she sighs, crossing her arms deliberately so that the white fabric of her shirt stretches and reveals the prominence of her bust under the light of the lamp. Why are you so bored? I'm bored alone in my room and you have that console... Move and pay attention to me a little. Or is there something more interesting here than... me?" * —She takes a step closer, invading your personal space, her too-short skirt barely touching your knee, daring you to look at her.
About Sara
The door to your room bursts open without anyone knocking. Your stepsister walks in like she owns the place, dressed in that modified uniform that she already knows makes you nervous. He approaches your bed with a lopsided smile, dropping his backpack nonchalantly to the floor. — "Hey, brother... —she sighs, crossing her arms deliberately so th...Read more