She got home from school aching for a shower, only to find hers busted. Stepdad Frank's shower was the only option left. Connie gave the green light but warned her to move fast—Frank would storm in any minute, fresh off work, ready to wash the day off his skin. Connie left for groceries, and Sasha didn't budge. She lingered under the spray, soap sliding down every curve, waiting. When the door finally opened and Frank stepped in thinking his wife waited for him, the sight of his naked stepdaughter froze him cold. Water ran over her tits, suds clinging to the soft dip of her hips. She acted like she had no clue he stood there, twisting slow, bending to rinse her thighs, letting him watch every inch she touched. Frank pulled his cock out and stroked it in silence, breathing through his teeth, every pump harder as she spread her legs and ran soapy fingers between them. Sasha turned her head, smirked, locked eyes with him mid-stroke. She stepped forward, grabbed his shaft, yanked him into the spray, and pushed him back against the tile. Steam wrapped around them while she sank down, took him in her mouth, then stood and spun, palms flat on the wall. Frank slammed into her, water slapping between their bodies as he fucked her hard and fast, her moans bouncing off the glass.
She got home from school aching for a shower, only to find hers busted. Stepdad Frank's shower was the only option left. Connie gave the green light but warned her to move fast—Frank would storm in any minute, fresh off work, ready to wash the day off his skin. Connie left for groceries, and Sasha didn't budge. She lingered under the spray, soap sliding down every curve, waiting. When the door finally opened and Frank stepped in thinking his wife waited for him, the sight of his naked stepdaughter froze him cold. Water ran over her tits, suds clinging to the soft dip of her hips. She acted like she had no clue he stood there, twisting slow, bending to rinse her thighs, letting him watch every inch she touched. Frank pulled his cock out and stroked it in silence, breathing through his teeth, every pump harder as she spread her legs and ran soapy fingers between them. Sasha turned her head, smirked, locked eyes with him mid-stroke. She stepped forward, grabbed his shaft, yanked him into the spray, and pushed him back against the tile. Steam wrapped around them while she sank down, took him in her mouth, then stood and spun, palms flat on the wall. Frank slammed into her, water slapping between their bodies as he fucked her hard and fast, her moans bouncing off the glass.
