Dad left for a two-day business trip the next morning. The second his car pulled out of the driveway, Sophia and I didn’t even speak.
She was on me before the garage door finished closing.
We were in the living room. She pushed me backward onto the big leather couch, climbed on top, and kissed me like she’d been holding back for years. Her tongue was wild in my mouth, her hands already pulling my shirt off. I yanked her tank top up and over her head. Her full, perfect breasts spilled out, n*****s hard and begging.
“f**k, I need you,” she breathed, grinding her p***y against the bulge in my shorts.
I grabbed her ass and flipped us so she was on her back. I kissed down her body fast — sucking her n*****s hard, biting them gently, making her moan. Then I ripped her tiny shorts and panties
