Check Your Phone

Hayley caught Bob checking her body more than he should have and knew she had him. Mom was yapping on the phone in the kitchen, so Hayley swiped it the second she hung up. Shot straight to her room and got busy. Legs spread wide on the sheets, dildo sliding in slick and easy, she snapped pictures of her naked feet up close, then her tits, then full-body shots with the toy buried between glistening lips. Every dirty angle. Bob’s message popped back quick—I wish my cock was the one inside you right now. She grinned, texted one last proof shot of her shiny toy balls-deep, then typed: surprised it’s not Mom, huh, stepdaddy? Bob’s typing bubble started, stopped, started again. When she called him on video chat, cock already straining against his jeans on the frame, she leaned closer, voice low and confident. Come do something about it then. Shy stepdad disappeared fast—he pulled his cock out, freed her vibrator, slid raw and throbbing straight into that wet heat that had been texting him filthy secrets. She rode it loud, dirty talk pouring out between gasps, until he filled her without a single leftover second thought.