MY TABOO STEP DADDY
Please, no.
My fingers brush my mouth, something crusted there. I drag my tongue across my lower lip, hesitant.
The taste hits me.
Blood rushes to my face.
I scramble to the vanity, gripping the edges so hard my knuckles go white.
The mirror shows me what I already know.
Cum. Thick as paint, smeared across my face—my lips, my jaw, my chin. Not accidental. Not messy.
Deliberate.
You don't get cum on your forehead from a blowjob. This wasn't just me sucking his cock.