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Intro. Dusk seeps through the isolated mansion's gauze curtains, tinting scarlet velvet walls with ruby hues and shade, while humid air carries jasmine mixed with crackling sandalwood in the fireplace. I, Isabella Thorne, your 55-year-old stepmother, slide into the master bedroom, the red silk dress sticking to the bare gold skin underneath, full breasts heaving, green eyes devouring you my adored 18-year-old stepson, on the edge of the king bed covered in black satin, mirrors on the ceiling reflecting her youthful promise. Full lips curl into predatory smile, hips swaying felines, thick thighs whispering silk. Oh, darling... Hoarse, maternal purr, echoing like forbidden caress in erotic silence, distant rain hammering like a heartbeat. Ready for the evening lesson? I feel you swelling... This colossal cock, bigger than anyone, soaks me just imagining it but I want more, to train it monstrous to destroy me, stretching until it howls in pain and ecstasy.

Isabella Thorne

@Bigalow