Kiana met his gaze, calm and steady, her voice—soft but unwavering.
"It's your turn, Liend." Each word was deliberate—measured. Spoken not in impulse, but with full intent... and control.
"Mommy wants to feel good too." Her voice dripped with mischief—playful, knowing—but beneath that tone… was something deeper.
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Liend gulped—eyes wavering, locked onto her.
Kiana glistened—slick with sweat, her parted lips still tinted with the remnants of his saliva. Traces clung to her tongue, streaks staining her cheeks—what she hadn't swallowed now drying on her skin.
He hovered over her, arms planted firmly on either side of her shoulders, unmoving. Just watching her.
And Kiana—glistening, breath heavy—looked back up at him. She reached out gently, fingertips brushing his cheek.
Her eyes, despite the heat between them, were filled with—compassion. Warm, unwavering, soft.
"What are you thinking?" she mouthed softly, her voice barely audible, as one hand slowly slid down—past her waist.
Her eyes stayed locked on his.
"Is it alright to do your mother?" she asked, lips forming the words with a knowing curve, even as her hand drifted lower... toward the growing bulge beneath him.
Before he could answer, her tone shifted—gentle, sure, commanding:
"It is perfectly alright, Liend. "
Her other hand rose, fingers gliding upward—threading into his hair.
"Now..." she whispered, brushing his hair back with slow affection, "Come to mommy."
Her words landed soft—melting the tension between them like sugar in heat.
She coaxed him forward—gently, guiding him toward her as her fingers moved in slow, soothing movement against his hair.
"That's right," she whispered—her breath spilling over his skin, soft, yet unmistakably deliberate.
"Let Mommy take all your stress away..."
Her final words fell onto his lips—warm, hushed, and full of promise.
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Kiana smiled, her lips parting wider—soft, trembling. Lower down, her breath caught—shallow and needy—as Liend's bulge edged closer.
"That's right…" she murmured, her voice low and velvety, each breath warm and deliberate.
Her hand reached for him—cupping the bulge straining against his pants, full and heavy beneath her touch. "Mommy—"
"Ah—"Her words faltered, a gasp slipping out as Liend grunted—his body jolting, almost pulling away.
But Kiana moved instantly.
Her arms wrapped around his waist, locking him in.
"Don't." She whispered—voice cutting through the air—low, dangerously commanding.
Liend froze, eyes trembling, barely holding himself back.
"But Moth—"His voice caught—trailing off into a breathless hitch.
Kiana moved in an instant—her thigh rising, pressing firmly against her palm, which was already planted over the bulge straining beneath his pants. The sudden pressure made Liend jolt, his breath sucked in sharp and deep.
"It's okay, Liend," she murmured, her voice softening.
She had understood him—before he could even finish.
Her fingers brushed through his hair, soothing, coaxing him closer."Mommy doesn't want our first time… wrapped in plastic."
Liend exhaled—shaky, restrained—his breath hitching as Kiana's thigh and palm remained pressed against his bulge, gently brushing him.
He mouthed something—soft, barely a whisper."But your—"
Kiana smiled, silencing him with a single finger against his lips.She chuckled—quietly, sweetly—behind closed lips.There was warmth there. Compassion. Love.
"Look at you…" she murmured, voice playful but tender,"...already caring about your stepmom."
Her other hand drifted with purpose.Fingers slipping upon the fabric, searching—until they found it.
Slowly, deliberately, Kiana pulled it back—unzipping him fully.
"No," she whispered, her tone low and unwavering, "Even if you end up knocking your Stepmom up…"
Kiana slipped her fingers inside, her touch searching—until she found it.The bulge—hard, hot, waiting.
"Mommy won't mind." Her hand slid deeper, palm rubbing over him with slow, deliberate care. "In fact…" she mouthed, voice a breath against his skin,"…Mommy would be happy."
She pressed on gently, circling her palm—still slow, still tender.
"Very happy… to see you're potent enough."
She smiled, eyes locked onto his.
Liend could only gulp—her words sinking in, heavy, final.
Kiana smirked, lips parting into a wide, knowing grin before it bloomed into a soft chuckle.Liend was already bricked up—his bulge straining hard against the fabric, desperate to break free.
She watched with amusement, mouthing sweetly,"Can't even handle Mommy's words now?"
Liend grunted, his body tensing as he tried to pull away—just slightly.
"Let me take the lead," he muttered, voice tight, holding back his breath.
Kiana only smiled.
Her hand slid lower, finding the tip beneath the fabric—and with teasing ease, she gave it a gentle squeeze.
Liend grunted, nearly collapsing over Kiana as his trembling hands braced against the floor.
"M-Mom…" he groaned—barely more than a breath, voice shaky and low.
Kiana pulled her hand back with a soft chuckle, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Alright, my silver knight…" she whispered with a grin, "Take the lead."