Her stepdaddy's revenge plan
The way her breath felt on my neck.
I sped up, gripping tighter. My thumb rubbed over the head with each stroke, spreading the precum that was leaking out. It felt too good. Wrong, but good. "She's your ex-stepdaughter, man. You can't be doing this," I thought, but my hand didn't stop. It moved faster, rougher.
I leaned against the sink, eyes closed, picturing her face when she said she was scared. The way she looked at me for safety. My breathing got heavy. I pumped harder, imagining her hand instead of mine, pressing and squeezing just like she did by accident.
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