My Stepdaddy Trained Me Well 6 - Scene 3

Kaylee Gunner walked into the room, skirt too short, smile too wide. Her stepdad—an ex-grunt who smelled like gun oil and whiskey—stared at the mark she’d earned. 36 Double-Ds. He’d paid for those tits, training wheels for what she’d owe him later. Tonight she learned the real pledge of allegiance. He had her bent, knees dug into carpet, tongue tracing flag ink across her tits. He yanked her ass higher and slipped two fingers into her cunt—hot, tight, sweet pink—just to watch her legs shake. She begged with one breath, swallowed him in the next. Every thrust across her tongue became another stripe across the map she called her body. Face fucked slow, then hard, until her mascara trailed black rivers down her cheeks. A quick pivot: he flipped her to her back, legs over his shoulders, and fed cock into pussy raw. No ceremony, just brutal rhythm—deep, possessive, his hips slapping her like percussive punishment for the price tag on those breasts. Her juices poured down her ass crack, mixing with spit. She clawed his forearms, begged him to go deeper; every plea earned another grin, teeth set against her nipple. He came thick, splattered her innards white while the show-tune hummed low in the background—patriotic irony slamming into sweat and cum. She walked away full, borrowed, wrecked. Lesson delivered.