My stepsister's first sexual encounter with me, covered up by a mask to avoid detection from her father

After years of pent-up desire, my stepsister finally succumbs to her longing for an intimate encounter with me. Our clandestine rendezvous is fraught with passion and raw emotion, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. To conceal our illicit liaison from her father, I donned a mask, adding an extra layer of thrill to our escapade. Our chemistry is palpable, our moans echoing through the empty house. Her inviting curves beckon me, and I can't resist the allure. Our bodies move in sync, our breaths growing ragged with each passing moment. The mask only serves to heighten the experience, adding an element of mystery and intrigue to our already heated encounters. Our stolen moments are a testament to our undeniable attraction, each encounter more passionate than the last. Our story is a tale of forbidden love, a dance of desire and lust that knows no bounds.