Trophy Daughter

Alice March figured she already had her foster dad Karlo Karrera wrapped around her finger. Then one day he drops India Summer on her like a bomb—new stepmom, new rules, and zero room for the old daddy-daughter routine. Alice hates it. The second she hears them making out in the bedroom she barges in, faking some story about noises in the house, just to break their momentum. Karlo’s dick is already out, stiff and ready, and he barks at her to beat it. India clocks the game right away. Instead of kicking the girl out she flips the script: if Alice wants cock so bad, she’ll have to earn it. India climbs on first. She sinks down on that thick shaft and shows her “daughter” exactly how a grown woman rides—rolling her hips, stretching wide around every inch, then squirting hard enough to soak the sheets. Alice watches, jaw tight, then dares India to prove who’s better at swallowing dick. They trade spit and gasps around Karlo’s length until he’s glistening. Alice spreads next, legs wide, daring him to stretch her tight little pussy. He pushes in slow, tip parting her, then drives deeper until she’s moaning and clawing the bed for more. India jumps back in and the three of them trade positions—India on his face, Alice on his cock, mouths and cunts swapping places in a sweaty family tangle. When he’s ready to blow both girls dive for it, lips fighting over the head. They end up sharing the load, tongues flicking, cum dripping down chins. India swallows the last spurt and shoots Alice a look that says next time the prize stays hers alone.