Step-Daughter Home for Spring Break

I grabbed Cory's elbow and dragged her into the hallway. Heart in my throat. Lila's got that sickness that never sleeps, fucks anything with a pulse. Told her if our girl comes sniffing around her cunt, just let it happen. Don't fight the fire. Door creaked open. Lila lay on her bed like she owned the room. Asked if the shrink fixed anything. She laughed, low and mean. Still soaked, still hungry. Always. Fabric whispered off her skin, piece by piece, until she was bare and waiting. Blood slammed south. I popped my belt, freed my cock, and her mouth found me before words could. Wet heat, obscene sounds. When I was throbbing, she flopped back and spread wide. Missionary. Hard. Relentless. Her pussy clenched like it meant to milk me dry. I buried deep, unloaded, filled her to the brim, then bolted back down the hall before the guilt could catch up.