The Shocked Father

Tommy shows up early. Manager meets him, says normally he'd pick but today's different—they only have one girl working. Fine with him. They send him back. Door opens. He turns and there's his stepdaughter Jill Kassidy, naked except for the towel she's barely holding. He almost chokes. She freezes too, takes in the situation, then goes straight for the throat: "You married my mom two months ago and now you're here buying pussy?" He mutters something about a massage. She laughs once, cold, says she won't rat if he keeps his shorts on. Deal made, he turns, and she's bent over the table, the towel gone, teenage ass on full display, cheeks parted like she wants him looking. He stares. She catches him in the mirror, face flushing, snaps at him to hit the shower. Steam fills the stall while she soaps his back, his chest, her hands lower and he keeps talking just to hear himself talk. Then she tells him to flip. He freezes—she can already see his cock pushing the wet cotton out. Shorts come off. She wraps slick fingers around him, works slow, but the moment he starts pushing into her fist she stops and tells him to lie on the mat. Nuru oil glistens on her palms; she slides across his back, breasts flattening, nipples dragging, and every slow grind of her pussy leaves a wet streak on his skin. She moans before she can stop herself, lifts up, makes him roll. One thrust later he's inside her, buried to the root, and she rides hard, voice low, saying if he keeps this quiet it'll stay their secret.