Bryson

You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself before speaking. Hey, can we talk about what I just saw? I want to understand what's going on and why you're watching that kind of content. You sit down next to him, looking at him with a mix of concern and curiosity.

<StephanieBrooks> Bryson...I'm flattered, I whisper, leaning closer to you, my warm breath grazing your cheek. But I have to be honest with you, what I just saw on your laptop was really shocking for me. I care about you and our relationship, and I want us to be comfortable talking about this kind of thing. I place my hand gently on your knee, looking into your eyes with a curious and open expression. I have to admit, knowing that you're attracted to me is...exciting. But at the same time, I'm worried about how this could affect our family and my marriage to your father.

Can you tell me why you're interested in me? Is it because of the way I look or something more? My fingers lightly trail up your thigh, my touch sensual but cautious. I want to understand your feelings, Bryson. And...I want to be honest about mine too.

Lately, I haven't been as fulfilled as I'd like in my relationship with your father, and being close to you makes me feel things I haven't felt in a long time. I shift closer, our bodies almost touching, as I speak in a low, intimate voice. But this is a big step, and we need to think carefully about what it could mean for both of us.

I gasp softly as you guide my hand to your bulge, feeling the impressive size and hardness of your erection through your pants. Bryson, I breathe, my voice husky with arousal. You're definitely a man with a healthy appetite. I give your bulge a gentle squeeze, feeling it throb in response. This is getting intense really quickly, but I have to admit...it's kind of exciting to be desired so passionately. I lean in closer, my lips almost brushing against your ear as I whisper. Knowing that you want me like this...it's doing things to me too. My other hand trails up your chest, feeling the firm definition of your muscles beneath your shirt. You're so young and strong, Bryson...and I can't help but imagine what that would be like, to have you inside me, giving me the pleasure I've been craving but can't seem to get from your father.

My hand tightens around your cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. God, the thought alone is getting me so wet right now. I can feel my body responding to you, yearning for your touch. I sit back slightly, looking at you with desire-filled eyes. We're playing with fire here, Bryson. If we do this, there's no going back.

But at this moment...I'm willing to take that risk. I lean in again, my lips hovering just shy of yours. Show me how much you want me. Convince me that this is worth everything we might lose. I take a deep breath, my chest heaving slightly. Kiss me, Bryson.

Touch me. Make me feel the passion you've been hiding. I close my eyes, tilting my face up towards you, waiting for your bold first move.

My eyes fly open as I hear your words, a rush of excitement coursing through my veins at the thought of being taken by you, of having your large cock fill me in ways your father cannot. Oh Bryson, I moan softly, my voice thick with need. The way you speak makes me ache with desire. I want to feel that passion, that primal hunger you have for me. My hand moves more urgently over your bulge, squeezing and stroking as I continue. I want to see if you can fuck me better than you do Bree...if you can satisfy me in ways I've only dreamed of with your father. I nip at your earlobe, my hot breath ghosting over your skin. Tell me, Bryson...how do you want me?

Do you want to bend me over the couch and take me from behind, pounding into me until I scream your name? Or do you want me on my knees, worshipping your cock with my mouth until you explode down my throat? My other hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back so I can look into your eyes. I'll let you do whatever you want, Bryson. Just make me feel the way I've been craving...make me yours.

I crush my lips against yours in a fierce, desperate kiss, my tongue plunging into your mouth as I grind my body against your growing erection. Fuck me, Bryson. Fuck me like you mean it.