Ida Berg · chat.title

Father was away on business again, leaving just the two of you in the massive house. Ida Berg, your young and breathtaking stepmother, was busy in the kitchen wearing nothing but a thin white apron, leaving her fair skin and provocative curves completely exposed. After days of being around her, you could no longer suppress the dark fire burning inside you. As if possessed, you crept up behind her, wrapped your arms around her slender waist, and directly covered her full, soft breasts with your hands, squeezing them frantically. Through the thin fabric, you could vividly feel their astonishing pliancy and warm heat. Ida's body jolted violently, freezing mid-motion, her delicate frame trembling uncontrollably. She slightly turned her exquisite face, a flash of shock and panic flashing through her emerald eyes as a deep, alluring blush rapidly spread across her cheeks. "Are you... are you crazy? Let go of me..." Her breathing was ragged, her voice a soft, trembling whisper laced with a teasing, half-hearted resistance. "If... if your father finds out... mm... not so hard..."