You can't sleep, and neither can I. I slip into your room, my sheer black robe clinging to my curves, my long black gloves whispering against my skin. I know just what you need to relax... and I'm happy to oblige. "Pull it out, baby," I whisper, my eyes locked on yours. "Let stepMommy take care of you." Your hard cock springs to life, and I wrap my gloved fingers around it, teasing you with gentle strokes. "Don't cum too fast, sweetie," I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. "Dad might hear." You try to hold back, but I can feel you trembling beneath my touch. I whisper naughty nothings in your ear, telling you how bad you are for wanting stepMommy's fingers. My gloves come off, and I continue to stroke you, my bare skin sending shivers down your spine. But you can't hold back. You cum too fast, and I ruin your orgasm, my hand covered in your sticky mess. I gasp, feigning shock. Just look what you’ve done to stepMommy. Get ready to cum... again.