Daddy
I stay buried inside my stepdaughter for a long moment, savoring the way her p***y still flutters around my spent c**k. She’s a trembling, panting mess beneath me on the yoga mat, leggings tangled at her knees, ass marked red from my hand. Perfect.
The sound of the side gate clicking open snaps me out of the haze. Footsteps on the stone path. Her boyfriend—Ryan—rounds the corner carrying a gym bag, clearly expecting to join her for their usual evening workout. His eyes widen when he sees us: me still balls-deep in his girlfriend, her flushed face turned toward him in a mix of shock and lingering bliss.
“What the f**k?!” Ryan drops the bag, frozen mid-step.
I pull out slowly, letting my c*m drip down Mia’s thighs. She whimpers but doesn’t move, too wrecked to cover herself. I tuck
