Ivy read a couple of my stories and sent me a short note saying she’d enjoyed them.There was nothing flirty about the first message. I thanked her,... like I would anyone else, but didn’t think much about it. I rarely received feedback on my stories and even when I did there wasn’t much back and forth. Ivy wrote back and asked a little more about my stories. She wanted to know if they were real. She commented on the common themes of young love. She asked if I was really a romantic or if that. She had a glass of wine. The boys grabbed a beer sat on either side. We're on the couch and I told them it was time to start this fun without any hesitation whatsoever they turned around both a hand up her skirt again as they groped and fingered her. They removed her top and started sucking on her breasts. I sat in my chair, and I was watching this these two Titans, groping, kissing and fingering the stepdaughter. I told the black guy to stand up take a shorts off and pull his cock out and I. As i stopped spurting she sucked the last drops from my head and pulled her finger from my now fucked arsehole.She moved up the bed towards me and i grabbed her head and pulled it towards my face i wanted to kiss her hard and passionately for what she had just done to me, i stuck my tongue out and licked up the come which had run down her chin. she pushed her tongue out to meet mine and we shared a spunk laden kiss together, our tongues entwined with each other as we swapped my come from one. Suddenly, all this flirting was starting to turn her on. She imagined his strong hands gripping her body and the soft touch of his lips caressing her all over. As she stood at the cupboard looking for the sugar she felt her pussy getting wet and the longing for a big, fat, hard cock to fill it up. “This is sooooooo naughty” she thought to herself , intensifying the feeling further. She couldn’t help herself any longer. She could feel his gorgeous dark brown eyes burning into her back, slowly.