Breeding My Curvy Ginger Stepsister

As she brought them to the couch, handing me one, she finally asked, “So how old are you really?”
“Seventeen today,” I informed her proudly. XXX Then she walked in the bar. It started at my neck and when down to my feet. I wanted to be the one giving orders, giving punishment. Turning and giving her a cocky grin, I said, “Sure I am wanna see my ID?”
“No,” she purred in my ear, “I am pretty sure it’s a fake and if the cops were to come they would knew it for sure.”
I glanced at her wondering if she was a narc. Next she spent what seemed like an hour kissing and rubbing every inch of my body.