Little Brats - Quesa: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Online Free

nuzzling her face into his neck, smelling the scent of his sweat.
    “Quite a performance, babygirl.”
    “Thank you Daddy,” she giggled. “One of a lifetime.”
    “Marqesa Isabella Velasquez!”
    Qesa froze. It was her mother. And she’d used her full name.
    Although, to be honest, a girl didn’t need to hear her full name to know she was in trouble when you were caught with you stepfather’s cock in your ass,
    They both turned to see the horrified look on her mother’s face. She glared at them only a moment more before she turned to leave, slamming the door behind her.
    In one swift, fluid motion, he moved her up and off his shrinking cock, bringing her to standing. He only held on long enough for her to gain her balance before he went for his clothes, grabbing them and carrying them to the production site to thrust his legs into the pants, falling to the wall as he did so, his cute ass clenching as his muscles in his back and thighs did the same.
    She stood calmly, naked, watching his show, as he yanked open the door, reaching to zip and button his jeans, even though his underwear remained on the floor at her feet.
    When the door shut, she looked down over her body with pride, her ass still tingling from the satisfying assault he’d given it.
    “Let her go,” she said to him, though he was long gone. “She doesn’t believe in us anyway.”

    By the time her stepfather returned to the studio, over an hour had gone by.
    His head hung as he walked through the door. When it closed behind him, he fell back against it, his head hitting the old wood with an odd thud. He looked at the ceiling for a brief time before he dared to meet her eyes.
    “It’s over,” he sighed. “She’s going back to Venezuela.”
    Qesa’s heart skipped in her chest. “But I don’t want to go!”
    “She’s only saved enough for one plane ticket.” He shook his head. “She wasn’t planning on taking you, babygirl. She knows you love it here.”
    “She was planning this?”
    “All along.” He nodded. “She’s packing a bag right now. This, you and me… I guess it was just the last straw.”
    “Let her go,” Qesa said softly. “She hasn’t wanted to be here for a long time.”
    “I know.” Rafe nodded sadly and took a deep breath.
    “Well come here.” She motioned him over. “I have something that’s going to cheer you up.”
    Turning back to the computer monitor, she hit play on the video she’d made while he was gone. He moved in closer, gaping at the video she’d shot of them having sex as it played on screen. She’d done some crafty editing, clipping the shots so you could only see them from the belly up, still, from the way they sat, so close, the way they moved, no one would doubt for a second that they were having sex.
    The way the muscles in his back rippled, making his tats dance, had come out nicely. A faint sheen of sweat built up over his back and neck as they fucked. A few times, you could even hear him grunt or growl, but they were perfectly timed, as if someone had added them in.
    Each chorus was better than the next. By the time she came to the last one, her orgasm ringing through her voice, showing every bit of emotion on her face, it was the a perfect mix of pleasure and pain and it drove the message of the song home with perfection. Then came the smile, spreading over her face as she fell over onto him, the music going to fade. It was pure joy. Just watching it brought hot, happy tears to her eyes.
    “What do you think?” she asked, breathless as she turned to him, the wheels of the old chair squeaking their protest.
    “Now that’s what I call energy!” He blinked at her in wonder. “Damnit. Too bad we can’t use it.”
    “I already did.” She gave him a mischievous smile.
    With a few clicks of the mouse, she moved from the video creation program on the computer to the Internet. YouTube was already up. Refreshing the page, she pointed to the number of hits it had already received, not