Step Dad Creeps: Must-Have Stunning Exposé

So the step dad creeps thing started as this weird tension I kept brushing off, you know, like when someone’s eyes linger a little too long and your stomach does that flip you can’t explain. I was just hanging around the house in these tiny shorts, and he kept finding excuses to be in the same room, his voice low and gravelly, asking if I needed anything. Next thing I know, we’re on the couch, his hands rough and warm on my waist, and I’m straddling him, riding him slow at first, then faster, my breath catching every time he grabbed my hips and pulled me down harder. We shifted to the floor, me on all fours, him behind me, and the slap of skin echoed off the walls while I bit my lip to keep quiet. It felt messy and wrong and so intense I couldn’t think straight. When he finally pulled out and finished across my face, I just sat there, heart pounding, wiping my cheek with the back of my hand, wondering how I’d look him in the eye at breakfast.