Living with my step-dad was never easy, especially after he got that six-pack and those arms to die for. But the worst part was when he started noticing me in a whole new way… like I was a teenie-bopper he wanted to fuck.
At first, I thought I was seeing things – him staring at my ass in those tiny thongs I loved to wear. But soon, it became obvious he had a thing for me. He’d “accidentally” walk in on me changing, his eyes drinking in my budding curves. I started leaving the door open a little wider, teasing him with glimpses of my body.
One day, he caught me mid-stride in the kitchen, my thong riding up my crotch. He growled, gripping my hips and pulling me against him. “You want this, don’t you?” he rasped, grinding his hard-on against my ass. I nodded, gasping as he reached around to cup my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples through the thin fabric.
He pushed me up against the counter, ravaging my mouth as he ripped off my thong. Then he was inside me, his cock stretching me wide as he pounded into me from behind. The kitchen filled with the sounds of our fucking – slapping flesh, moans, and my high-pitched cries as he hit my g-spot over and over.