I'm Not Done With You

Can’t fucking believe my Step-Dad nearly busted me balls-deep in his bedroom, pumping his gold-digging sugar baby raw. I was that close to blowing my load when he almost walked in. Spent all night obsessing over Mom’s tight cunt anyway—got hard just thinking about it again. Heard her stumble in after clubbing, went downstairs to check if she was still hungry. Told her straight: we’re not done. She balked for a second, but the second my hand slid up her dress and found that wet slit, her mind changed. Bent her over the kitchen counter right there, yanked her thong aside, and drove in deep. Kitchen lights still on, her tits mashed against the marble, moaning like a slut every time I bottomed out. Pounded her till I felt that clench around my dick, then pulled out and fed her every drop down her throat. Watched her gulp it all, wipe her lips, and saunter upstairs to crawl in next to Dad like nothing happened.