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2025-12-12 00:07:00Our lips crashed together, and his tongue thrust into my mouth.
I climbed onto his lap, straddling him until I felt the hard length of him pressing against me.
Sawyer's hands slid down my back to cup my ass.
He pulled me forward, undulating me against his erection.
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Her Stepfather's Crush Ready for your first daddy-daughter lesson?
When I step into the room that houses all the workout machines that belong to my parents, I stutter to a halt. Elliot is still in his dress slacks from work, but his jacket and tie are gone. The sleeves of his Oxford shirt are rolled up to his elbows, and he’s dragging one machine to the edge of the room.Mom has a ballet bar running along the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was put there by the previous owners for their daughter, but Mom was elated.She used it as an excuse to sign up for those ballet aerobic classes.There’s always an eight-foot opening in front of the bar, but Elliot has cleared away a few more machines and the mats they sat on, leaving us with a decent-sized dance floor.When he sees me, Elliot gives me a smile I’ve never seen. It’s not the doting smile he gives Mom or the tight smile he usually reserves for me.There’s something about it that has my spine tingling.“Ready for your first daddy-daughter lesson?”I’m sure he’s teasing
Her Stepfather's Crush Meet me in the home gym
“What are you talking about?” Elliot demands.He uses a different tone with Mom than he does with me. He handles her with kid gloves. Me? He’s always growling at me.“They’re having a father-daughter dance at the country club. Brookie found out and was upset that you didn’t mention it or invite her.”I roll my eyes as I hear Elliot snort.“Don’t call her that,” he scoffs. “She’s not five. She’s practically grown.”“There’s no practicality about it,” Mom says. “In fact, she’s a little too grown. Is that why you don’t want to take her?”Mom’s voice has gone up. She’s getting totally worked up. She has no problem telling me I need to lose weight, but she can’t stand anyone else saying it. Like it’s okay for her to be embarrassed about me, but no one else is allowed to do it.“She’s been trying to lose weight,” Mom adds.I roll my eyes. That’s not totally untrue, but mostly it’s she who’s trying to get me to lose weight. I watch what she has to
Her Stepfather's Crush It's dance o'clock
“What’s that?” Mom asks before I can stuff the paper into my backpack.“Nothing.”“Oh, come on, dancing isn’t that hard,” Selma says.It is when you’ve never done it before. Like ever. My dad’s never been in the picture: no daddy-daughter dances, no father-daughter date nights.Nothing.I never waltzed across the living room floor with my feet on my dad’s toes. So I don’t know how my friend thinks I might have learned how to ballroom dance.“You should come,” Selma says. “Daddy not required.”“I’ll think about it,” I lied before steering my mom away from my friend.“What’s Selma talking about?”“Nothing.”“Brooklyn!” Mom scolds.“Fine. Selma’s parents belong to the country club and they’re having some daddy-daughter dance.”“Why not have Elliot take you?”“Because he’s not my dad,” I say through gritted teeth.“I think you should go,” Mom says. “Elliot’s a member of the country club.”Of course, my hot, rich silver fox
Her Stepfather's Crush Daddy, I want your cum
Daddy helps me up from my perch on the floor. “I think what we need is a nice, hot shower.”Now that my body has calmed down from my coming so hard, I’m a little chilly again, so a warm shower sounds good.“Upstairs.” Daddy slaps my ass. “Now.”I let out a breath because I think I might like this a little too much. We hustle naked through the house and up the stairs. Then Daddy pulls me into the master bathroom and turns on the shower. It’s a huge shower with clay tile the color of sand.The one amazing thing about my parents’ bathroom — and the reason I use it when they’re gone — is the heated tile. Instead of freezing your feet as you rush across to pee or shower in the morning. The clay tile is nice and warm.“I love your shower,” I sigh.“Use it often, do you?”“I use your bedroom when you’re out of town.”“Fuck. You shouldn’t have told me that,” he says as we step into the shower. “Do you slide your hands beneath the sheets and touch yoursel
Her Stepfather's Crush Open up for Daddy
Daddy smirks at me as he reaches between my legs and opens the dryer.He takes a clean towel from inside it, folds it, and drops it on the floor.Then he holds out a hand and helps me down off the dryer.“On your knees, Kitty.”The tone he uses to say my name almost makes me swallow my tongue as I try to get moisture into my dry throat as I take in his naked body. He’s not hairy, but does have a sprinkle of dark hair on his pecs. His abdomen is smooth and muscular, with only a small treasure trail that’s like an arrow pointing down to the patch of hair that surrounds the base of his erection.I gulp as I take in his size. He’s long and thick. As I kneel on the towel, his shaft bobs a little. A thick vein runs up the underside. He seems to harden further right before my eyes until his dick curves up and almost touches his navel.His tip is such a deep red that it borders on purple. And as I watch, a drip of precum glides down from his slit. It gets caught
Her Stepfather's Crush Are you desperate for my touch?
Within twenty minutes, I’m sweating. I pull off my sweatshirt and toss it aside before picking the boat brush back up and continuing to scrub the hull of the boat.The temperature outside is still pretty chilly, but with all the big motions it takes to brush off all the dirt and scum, I welcome the cool air against my skin.When I’ve scrubbed everything off one side of the boat, I pull the power washer toward the boat. I turn it on, but Connor points it up just as the water starts to shoot out, spraying both of us.“What was that for?” I ask as I hold my arms out to my sides.“You have to lower the pressure and use a specific nozzle. I don’t want you to damage the hull.”“Why didn’t you tell me that from the start?”“I should have,” he says, but his words are slow and spaced out.That’s when I realize where he’s looking. I lower my head and realize that my tank top is transparent now that it’s wet. A small voice in the back of my brain tells me that
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