Harlow West's Stepsis Ass: Steamy Stepsister Comfort

Peter Green was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone, when he heard the front door slam shut. He looked up to see his stepsister, Harlow West, storming into the living room, her eyes welling up with tears. She was dressed in a tight, black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, her boobs spilling out of the top, and her ass looking like a perfect peach. Peter's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, his cock twitching in his pants. He quickly stood up, his heart pounding in his chest. "Harlow, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. Harlow looked at him, her lips trembling. "I was stood up," she said, her voice breaking. "I was so excited to go out with him, and he just... didn't show up." Peter's heart ached for her. He walked over to her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry, Harlow," he whispered, his hands running up and down her back, feeling the softness of her skin. He could feel her tits pressing against his chest, and he had to fight the urge to squeeze them. "Let me make you feel better," he said, his voice husky. Harlow looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "How?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Peter's mind raced with possibilities. He could take her to bed, make love to her, show her how much he cared. But he knew that would be crossing a line. Instead, he led her to the couch, sitting her down gently. "Let's just talk," he said, sitting next to her. "Tell me about your day, about what happened. Let's just be here for each other." Harlow nodded, sniffling. She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder. "Thank