LOGIN“What do you think?” I asked with a smile, still stroking him slowly, my fingers slick with the precum that kept beading at the tip. “I bet you can’t stop me. I’m sure it’s one of your little dirty fantasies. You have dreamed of having me suck your dick. I bet you think of my mouth every time you’re coming.” He opened his mouth to say something, maybe another weak protest, but I didn’t give him the chance. I crashed my lips against his, hard and sudden, swallowing whatever words he was about to form. The kiss was messy at first. His mouth was warm under mine. For half a second he stayed frozen, then a low sound rumbled in his chest, and he kissed me back. The kiss deepened fast. His lips parted, and I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting him. Our tongues met and slid against each other. I sucked lightly on his lower lip, pulled it between my teeth for a second, then let it go and kissed him again, deeper this time. His hand came up and cupped the back of my neck, holding me th
“I don’t need your help. Don’t make me feel more embarrassed. I’m sorry you are seeing me this way. I don’t know what came over me.” He said it quickly, trying to pull that old fatherly discipline back into his voice, but it cracked at the edges. His cheeks were flushed dark. One hand still held the sheet tight over his lap like a shield.I didn’t move away. I took another slow step closer instead. “You don’t have to apologize to me or feel bad about this. I understand everything. Nothing came over you. I’m no longer a kid. Sometimes I feel the need to do it as well.” My voice stayed soft, steady. I kept my eyes on his face even as I closed more distance between us."Beides, I heard you call my name, saying how you want to fuck me. How you want to pin me down on your bed, fuck me the way that man was fucking that girl." The porn was still playing low in the background, the wet sounds of the video mixing with the heavy sound of his breathing. "And fill my tight little pussy with your t
In a mixture of anger and jealousy, I headed toward the room ready to confront them. As I approached the door, I saw it was slightly open. A thin strip of light spilled into the hallway. I was already burning with rage, ready to fight whoever he was pounding into the mattress. I reached for the door, ready to shove it wide open and storm in, but what I saw through the gap made me freeze completely.He wasn’t with anyone. My stepdaddy was sitting on the edge of the big chair, legs spread, and completely naked. One strong hand was wrapped around his hard cock, stroking it slowly in front of his television. The loud moaning was coming from the television. Fuck! He was watching porn while he jacked off.I couldn’t believe my eyes. This was the first time I was seeing my stepfather’s dick. It looked like those big monster cocks in porn videos. It looked thick, long, veiny, and curved upward in a way that made me swallow hard.The head was flushed pink and shiny at the tip where precum had
“Thank you, baby. You can start coming tomorrow.” She said.“Okay. I’ll arrange my things.”I hung up and just sat there for a long moment, the movie still frozen on the screen, my heart already racing. The apartment suddenly felt too quiet. One week. Seven nights under the same roof with my hot stepdad. Seven nights of walking past his bedroom door in something short. Seven chances to finally push things past those stolen glances.I stood up and walked to my closet, already knowing exactly what I was going to pack. Not the comfortable clothes I usually wore when going out. Not the oversized shirts and soft shorts. The other clothes. Tiny skirts that barely covered the curve of my now bigger ass. Tops that dipped low enough to show the soft swell of my breasts if I leaned forward even a little. Thin fabric that clung when I moved. Things that made me feel powerful and exposed at the same time.I pulled the small luggage from under the bed and started folding them. A black mini skirt
My name is Emily. I'm 20 years old, a fresh graduate working in a textile company, and I live alone in a small apartment on the other side of town. I and my stepdad, Desmond, have been close since I was little. He married my mom when I was still young, and from the very beginning he treated me like I was his own biological daughter. He never once made me feel like an outsider. Seeing a smile on my face was always his priority. He doesn't joke with anything that concerned me. If I needed something, he made sure I got it. If I was sad, he found a way to fix it. That was just who he was.He would wake up earlier than anyone else to get me ready for school. I can still smell the coffee he always made for himself while the house was quiet. He would come into my room, sit on the edge of my bed, and gently shake my shoulder. “Up, princess. Time to prepare for school.” His voice was already low and warm, never impatient. He would already have my uniform laid out, ironed the night before. So
“Ahhhh! I’m dying!” Catherine cried out, still vibrating beneath him. Henry only pushed her legs higher toward her chest and drove into her harder. He knew the difference between real distress and the desperate edge of too much pleasure. Her first orgasm did not make him lose control. It had only made him hungrier.“You’re so fucking sweet to fuck,” he groaned, hips slamming forward without mercy.After several more brutal thrusts he finally pulled out. Catherine’s empty pussy clenched around nothing, the swollen folds visibly open and glistening. Henry leaned down at once, mouth sealing over her, sucking and licking up the thick wetness that spilled from her. The sudden, soft heat of his tongue after the hard fucking made her hips jerk.He didn’t waste any time. He gripped her waist, flipped her onto her stomach, and dragged her hips up until she was on her knees, face pressed into the couch. He slammed back into her in one deep stroke, which made her cry out again.Henry locked both







