The Desire of My Fourth Stepsisters

Linda : Desire On The Table

​"Bima, if you need anything or if you're not feeling well, just let me know. My room is upstairs," Maurel said, her voice sounding incredibly soft and sweet.

​I didn't dare say too much because I was fucking terrified she’d catch on to my heavy, ragged breathing. I could only manage a stiff nod while forcing a faint smile onto my face. "Yeah, Rel. Thanks a lot."

​Maurel smiled back, turned her slender body around, and walked casually across the dining room floor toward the stairs. The moment her footsteps faded away and the sound of her stepping up the stairs vanished, I let out a massive breath that I’d been holding in my chest the whole fucking time.

​I immediately looked under the dining table. Behind the hanging tablecloth, Linda was still kneeling on the cold marble floor. She looked up, her face completely flushed, with a trail of wet spit still smudged at the corner of her parted lips. Instead of feeling guilty for almost getting us fucking busted, she just grinned widely at me.

​"Lin, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked in a very low, harsh whisper, trying to control the insane rush of adrenaline and lust boiling in my chest. "We literally just got done doing it in the upstairs bathroom."

​Linda crawled out from under the table, making her movements intentionally slow and slutty. She stood right beside my chair, locking her dazed, incredibly horny eyes onto mine. "I didn't get enough, Bima. I want way more than what we did in the bathroom."

​I adjusted my seat on the chair, staring right back into her challenging eyes. "I'm gonna run completely out of juice if we keep fucking without a break like this, Lin. My energy has a fucking limit."

​Linda just let out a dirty little giggle. The sound of her laugh was so low and sexy in my ears, completely mocking my concern. She reached out with her soft palm, placing it on my chest, and pressed down gently with her slender fingertips. "Oh, come on, since when does a guy like Bima run out of juice? I know damn well you've got insane energy and stamina, Bima. Stop fucking lying."

​Before I could even open my mouth to argue back, Linda took another step forward. She reached out with both hands, slammed my laptop screen shut, and shoved the electronic piece of shit all the way to the far end of the dining table. The long table now had a wide, empty space right in front of me.

​With one quick, agile move, Linda hoisted her thick body up and sat right on top of the dining table, directly in front of my face. She bent her knees to the sides and spread her legs wide fucking open. That move instantly put her sheer, lacy panties on full display, and the crotch area was already completely soaked with a dark patch of wetness.

​"Put your dick inside me right now, Bima... fuck me," Linda whispered in an incredibly demanding tone, staring straight into my eyes.

​The lust inside me that had just started to cool down instantly erupted into a raging fire all over again at the vulgar sight right in front of my face. Without wasting another fucking second, I stood up from my chair and crammed myself right between her wide-open, smooth thighs. My hands moved fast, slipping under Linda's thighs to grab the edges of her thin panties, and with one violent yank, I ripped the fabric apart. I threw the ruined piece of cloth somewhere across the room, not giving a single shit where it landed.

​Now, Linda's smooth, clean pussy, with just a neat patch of trimmed hair, was completely bare in front of me. Her pussy lips were glistening because her natural juices were already overflowing and running down her skin. Without a hint of hesitation, I buried my entire face straight into Linda's warm crotch. I started eating her out aggressively, my tongue fucking her pussy with fast, heavy strokes.

​"Aahhh... nngghhh... opmh..." Linda gasped violently, her body shaking as her head threw back with her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

​Linda gripped my hair tightly with both hands, shoving my face hard against her sensitive, swollen clit to make the contact as deep as possible. She bit her lower lip hard, struggling like hell to hold back the loud, frantic moans that wanted to rip from her throat, terrified her voice would echo all the way upstairs.

​I didn't give her a single second to breathe. I kept swirling my tongue wildly all over her wet slit, licking from bottom to top, before focusing entirely on teasing her swollen, red clit. The soaking wetness, the intense heat, and the heavy suction I kept making caused Linda's entire body to spasm violently on top of the table. Her smooth thighs locked around my head in a tight grip, a clear fucking sign that she was right on the edge of breaking.

​"Ohh... mhhgtt... ahhh!" Linda finally let out a long, muffled scream that died in her throat, her entire body going rigid for a solid few seconds as she squirted heavily, shooting her hot climax straight into my mouth.

​I sucked hard, licking up every single drop of her warm cum that had dripped down her inner thighs until she was completely clean. Once I was done, I stood straight up. I grabbed both sides of Linda's thick hips with a brutal grip, dragging her wet ass right to the edge of the table so her dripping pussy hole was perfectly lined up with my fully erect dick—which was now massive, rock-hard, and bursting with veins.

​Without giving her any warning or a heads-up, I slammed my waist forward with a powerful, heavy thrust. I shoved my massive dick inside her raw, forcing it past her tight, clamping pussy lips, burying my cock all the way inside her until my balls slapped against her skin.

​"AAAHHH!" Linda completely lost her shit, screaming at the top of her lungs as the deep, violent stretch tore through her inner walls instantly. Her hysterical moan echoed loudly through the quiet dining room.

​The raw, brutal pounding made the wooden structure of the dining table creak and groan loudly under Linda's weight. But before I could even pull my waist back to start the second thrust, a sharp, loud voice from upstairs completely killed the mood.

​"Linda!!?? Is that you!!??" Maurel yelled, her voice sounding completely confused and filled with suspicion from the top of the stairs.