Chapter 3: I Get My Spoilt p***y f****d Raw by Stepdaddy on the Kitchen Counter While Mom Is Right There
His thick fingers stretch me so full, pumping deep into my dripping cunt with wet, filthy sounds that echo too loudly in the empty kitchen. I’m bent over the cold marble island, soaked white shirt plastered to my heavy t**s, n*****s scraping against the surface with every brutal thrust of his hand. My skirt is bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle, ass up like a w***e in heat.
“Stepdad… please,” I whisper, voice cracking. Shame burns through me, but my p***y clenches greedily around his fingers anyway. This is so f*****g wrong. He’s my mother’s husband. She’s in the living room, maybe thirty seconds away, talking about paint colors or whatever the f**k. And here I a
