My Step-Daughter's Dirty Panty Fantasy

Kyler is my new stepdaughter and she barely bothers to cover up. Clothes everywhere, panties most of all. I notice every time. I tell her to clean her room, she heads to the bathroom, and the second the door clicks I’m face-down in that cotton scrap she left behind, breathing in the warm scent of her cunt. Then the door swings open. She catches me with a fist full of her own dirty panties pressed to my nose, my hard-on raging against my zipper. Most girls would scream. Kyler just smiles, steps out of her shorts, and presses that bald little slit right against my mouth. I eat her like a man starved—tongue spreading those puffy lips, tasting slick teen juice straight from the source. She moans, hikes a leg over my shoulder, rides my face while she reaches down and frees my cock. Sinks to her knees and swallows it whole. I feel her throat ripple as she throats it again and again, spit running down my balls. When she climbs on and sinks that impossibly tight hole around my shaft, she already creams white at the base. She fucks like she owns me. Swivels her hips, leans back so I watch every inch disappearing into her, then drops forward so I can palm both cheeks and jackhammer up into her. She cums loud, but keeps riding through it. Later she spins, plants her pussy over my tongue again, and I stroke myself furiously beneath her while she drips down my chin. By the time I roll her onto her back and pound her into the mattress she’s limp and whimpering, begging for the load. I bury every inch and unload straight into her bare cunt—rope after rope flooding that tiny hole until it overflows. Then reality slams home: the bathroom door creaks, footsteps echo, and it isn’t Kyler at all. It’s just me, fist pumping over laundry that’s still soaked in her scent, no stepdaughter, no witness. Just the horny wreckage of another man who’s about to trade a fantasy for a divorce settlement.