Wicked Games with Stepdad

I didn’t hold back – moaning, screaming, begging for it harder. His pace was brutal, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed into me, his breath ragged.

“Cum there – please,” – I gasped, and with a guttural groan, he did, spilling hot and heavy. When he pulled out, I felt it drip down my thighs. I turned to face him, kissing him deep, and he kissed back, lifting me with one arm while his other hand slid between my legs. He worked me with his fingers until I came again, shuddering against him. He licked them clean, then offered them to me – I sucked them slow, tasting myself. He set me down, gave my ass a final smack, and muttered, “Good little troublemaker. Next time, I’ll have to punish you for scaring off my date.”

And that was just the start. Eventually, I even got with him and that brunette he kept bringing around whenever Mom was out – but that’s a story for another day.

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