TeenyTaboo 26.10.16 Stella Nash Stepdaughter Stretching
The hallway flooring creaked slightly as he walked through the hallway. He moved toward Stella’s room, drawn by the sound of her voice, a thread of frustration woven through it. The door was ajar, a slice of her world visible: The cute covered walls with pages of various books making up most of the interior design. And on her bed, Stella.
He pushed the door open wider.
The words died in his throat.
It wasn’t just that she was on the bed, stretching as she’d asked. It was the how. The light, thick as day, covering the room and caught on the tiny, intricate bows of her lingerie. The color was a shock, a defiant splash of marigold against the stark background. It was skimpy, indeed, little more than scraps of lace and satin connected by delicate strings, barely covering the essentials. The fabric was so thin it was nearly translucent in the golden light, hinting at the warmth and shape beneath.
“Seth?” Her voice, when it came again, was smaller than he remembered, more youthful. She twisted on the bed, her arm reaching back toward her nice round ass, a gesture of discomfort that was profoundly, uncomfortably intimate. “Can you… can you help me stretch? My back is killing me.”
