After spying on Ethan touching himself with my underwear, I decided to take control of the situation. I started walking around the house in tight underwear, showing off my package, and sometimes, with a hard cock that I couldn't hide. I noticed how Ethan looked at me out of the corner of his eye, hiding his curiosity, but his eyes betrayed his interest.
One afternoon, while Ethan was in the kitchen washing dishes, I approached him with an excuse.I leaned over to reach for a glass in the cupboard, and in the process, my erect bulge brushed against her ass. Ethan tensed for a moment, but didn't say anything, continuing with his business.
Seeing his reaction, I knew I could go further. Over the next few days, I repeated the motion, but this time, I let my cock press against his ass, feeling its warmth and firmness. Ethan acted like nothing was happening, but his breathing was quickening, and his body was tensing at my touch.
The excitement and morbidness grew in me, and my desire for Ethan intensified. I decided to take a bolder step. One morning, I walked out of my room in my underwear, my cock hard and throbbing, knowing that Ethan was in the kitchen.
I walked over to him, and with a vicious smile, I gave him a friendly slap. "Good morning, Ethan. What are you cooking?" I said, as if nothing was wrong.
Ethan was silent, but his body tensed at my touch. His silence was consent, and my hand moved urgently, exploring his ass, gripping his firm buttocks. I felt a fucking pleasure at the touch of his body, and my cock throbbed beneath the fabric, begging for war.
My face reflected the lust and desire I felt, my eyes shining with an intensity I couldn't hide. My mind imagined what it would be like to fuck Ethan right now, what it would be like to possess his body, what it would be like to feel his pleasure.
Ethan shifted a little, but didn't say anything. His silence was an invitation to continue, and my hand moved more confidently, exploring his anus, caressing his entrance, imagining what it would be like to drill him, what it would be like to feel his body against mine.
The sexual tension was palpable, and my cock was throbbing, begging to be released. I knew I had to act, that I had to take this situation to the next level.
I decided to take things to the limit, knowing Ethan was ready for more. I positioned myself behind him, my hard, throbbing cock pressing into his ass through my underwear.
Ethan tensed at the sight of me, but instead of moving away, he stuck his ass out, inviting more intimate contact. My breathing quickened, and my hand moved to his waist, gripping it urgently.
"You like this, Ethan? You like the feel of my cock against your ass?" I whispered in his ear, my voice husky and full of desire.
Ethan didn't say anything, but his body shifted a little, pushing his ass against my cock, as if asking for more. My hand moved to my waist, and with one quick movement, I pulled off my underwear, leaving my cock free.
My erect, throbbing cock rubbed against his ass, and Ethan let out a barely audible moan, a sound of pleasure that drove me crazy.
"Do you like my cock, Ethan? Do you want to feel it inside you?" I whispered, my voice now deeper.
Ethan shifted, pulling down his own underwear, revealing his big, round, tempting ass. His silence was an open invitation, and my hand moved to his entrance, caressing his anus, preparing him for what was to come.
"You're mine, Ethan. Your ass is mine," I said, my voice thick with lust. "Now, I'm going to eat your ass like it's never been eaten before."
I crouched down, my face close to his anus, and began licking it, sucking on it, spreading his ass cheeks and touching them with my hands, exploring every inch of his entrance. Ethan moaned, his body shaking under my attention.
"Yeah, that feels so good," Ethan said, his voice thick with desire. The fucker was enjoying it, and I wanted to give him more.
My lips and tongue worked harder, tasting her anus, thrusting my tongue into her entrance, making her body tense and relax in an erotic dance.
After a while, I stood up, my cock still hard and throbbing, and whispered in his ear, "If you want more, Ethan, you're going to have to eat it. I want you to swallow my whole cock."
Ethan, obeying my words, knelt in front of me, his mouth open, ready to receive my cock. He grabbed my cock in his hand, stroking it, and then, with a slow movement, he took it into his mouth, tasting it, sucking on it, making me moan in pleasure.
Ethan was a fucking expert at sucking cock, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony, licking, sucking, and lapping at my cock with a skill that left me breathless. I could feel my cock throbbing in his mouth, his tongue playing with the head, and his hands massaging my balls, adding to my pleasure.
"Yes, Ethan, yes. I love the way you suck me off," I moaned, my voice cracking with pleasure. "Keep going like that, you're driving me crazy."
Ethan intensified his movements, his mouth moving up and down my cock, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, guiding me into his mouth. The sensation was insane, and my body was burning with desire.
After a while, Ethan stopped, his breathing ragged. "I want you to fuck me, Lucas. I want to feel your cock inside me," Ethan said, his voice husky and filled with lust.
His words turned me on even more, and without hesitation, I grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up, pushing him against the kitchen counter. Ethan leaned against the table, his ass in the air, inviting me to take what was mine.
With a slow, deliberate motion, I began to ease my cock into her entrance, feeling her warmth envelop my cock. Ethan moaned, his body tense and ready to receive me.
"Ethan, that's a nice ass you have," I said, my voice now more dominant.
Ethan moaned in pleasure, and with each thrust, his ass squeezed my cock, making my pleasure increase. My hands gripped his ass cheeks, guiding my movements, as my cock entered and left his entrance, in a wild, erotic dance.
"You're mine, Ethan. Your ass is mine," I moaned, as I spanked his ass, leaving red marks on his skin. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it anymore."
Ethan moaned and screamed, his body tense and sweaty, enjoying every thrust, every spank, every word that came out of my mouth. The kitchen became a stage of pleasure and desire, our sweaty bodies and our moans filling the space.
We changed positions, and Ethan straddled me, his ass lowering onto my cock, taking control. The feeling of his ass squeezing my cock, his buttocks moving in a wild rhythm, brought me to the edge of ecstasy.
Ethan was moving urgently, his ass squeezing my cock, his body shaking with pleasure. The sight of his body on top of me, his ass moving, drove me over the edge, and with a cry of pleasure, Ethan came, his hot cum coating my abdomen.
The feeling of his ass squeezing my cock, as he spurted his delicious cum onto my abdomen, brought me to climax, and with a moan, I came inside him, feeling my cum fill his entrance.
We collapsed exhausted, our bodies sweating and our hearts pounding. Ethan, his face filled with pleasure and confusion, turned to me. “This… this shouldn’t have happened,” he said, his voice shaking. “It was a moment of passion, but we can’t let this affect our lives, what if the team found out?”
I stood there silently, processing his words. The experience had been insane, but now, reality set in. Was this just a moment of desire, or was there something deeper between us?
I walked over to Ethan, hugging him from behind, my hands moving down to his buttocks, enjoying the feel of his body against mine. We stayed like that for a moment, neither of us knowing what to say.
Finally, I broke the silence. “Ethan, did you like what happened?” I asked, my voice soft and full of curiosity.
Ethan tensed for a moment, then relaxed, resting his head on my shoulder. “Yeah, I liked it. It was… amazing,” he confessed, his voice low and shaky.
We sat in silence for a moment, processing what had happened. Then a nervous laugh escaped our lips, easing the tension.
"I guess we have plenty of time to keep exploring, if that's what we want," I said, my voice now more relaxed.
Ethan turned to look at me, a mischievous grin on his face. “Yeah, a long time. And a lot of things to discover,” he said, his eyes shining with a mix of desire and curiosity.
We laughed, easing the tension and confusion. The conversation flowed, talking about what we had liked the most, how delicious it had been, and how we had arrived at that moment.
The kitchen, which had been a witness to our passion, was now a place of laughter and complicity. Reality was mixed with the desire we had discovered, and the decision to explore our forbidden desires or leave them in the past was something that only time and our hearts could resolve.
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