Toying With Dad

Paige Owens is lost in her own little world, vibrator buried deep and pounding her pussy like it owes her money. The tension's building, hot and heavy, when the door swings open and Brad Newman, her step-dad, strolls right in. She yelps, yanks the toy out, and it flies like a missile. Thud. Right off Brad's forehead. Brad stumbles a step, blinking like he just walked into a wall. Paige scrambles up, naked and flushed, trying to help. The second he clocks her bare body, something in his brain shorts out. He meant to yell, probably something about respect or whatever dads say, but all that comes out is half a growl. The scolding turns filthy before it even lands. Every word just makes the air thicker, both of them breathing heavier, caught in it now. Paige sees her opening, sinks to her knees, palms the bulge in his pants, and that’s game over. She rips his zipper down and swallows his cock in one greedy pull, moaning around the heat of it, letting spit drip while she works him into the back of her throat. Brad’s done pretending to be the voice of reason. He pushes her toward the armchair, bends her over the cushions, lines up, and drives his cock straight into her soaked cunt—right where that slick toy left off.