Sophia Locke in Punished Step Mom Part 1

My step-mom Sophia stands at the kitchen sink in that white dress dotted with red flowers. Tells me she’s going out with the girls. Back in a few hours. Four hours drag. A sharp knock breaks the silence. I swing the door open, expecting Sophia. Cory Chase. Royal blue dress hugging every curve. Blonde hair falling past her shoulders. Not my mom. “Where the fuck is she?” I ask. Cory shrugs. No idea. My pulse ticks faster. We can’t let her get away with this bullshit. We’re gonna teach her. By the time the door swings open again, we’ll be waiting in the dark. Cory flashes that smile. “Upstairs. Spare room. Lights off. She walks in. We’re already there.” And when my step-mom comes stumbling home tipsy, thinking she’s getting off easy, she’ll walk straight into her own punishment. That’s the plan. Simple. Brutal. Ready.