I Can’t Stop Staring At My Husband’s Teasing Little Slut
I watch her through the crack in the door as she drops her suitcase on the bed like she already owns the room.
Tight black crop top. Denim shorts barely covering the curve of her ass. Pink hair tips, nose ring, and that permanent scowl that makes my p***y clench.
This is wrong. She’s your stepdaughter. She’s nineteen. You’re supposed to be the responsible new wife.
But my body doesn’t give a f**k about “supposed to.”
My husband—her father—is downstairs on a business call. He has no idea the real reason I insisted his daughter move in with us after her mom kicked her out. I told him it was the right thing to do.
I lied.
I wanted her here. Under my roof. Where I could look at her. Smell her. Eventually taste her.
“Lila,” I cal
