Stepdaughters Creampied 10 - Scene 3

She hit the kitchen with her tits bouncing and looking for trouble. Three steps in, her bra gave up trying to contain what wanted out. The thin fabric clung to swollen nipples while something hotter than her usual appetite ached between her legs. Grandpa's gravy waited on the stove, but her mind already turned the thick brown sauce into something filthier. She licked the corner of her mouth, slicked a finger through the steaming pot, and painted the taste across her bottom lip. It burned. She smiled. Unbuttoned her skirt right there by the counter and stepped out of it like it offended her. Nothing underneath. Bare ass catching the draft from the open window, dark curls already damp where her thighs met. When his shadow crossed the threshold behind her, she kept stirring with one hand and reached the other back, spreading herself wider so he could see exactly where she intended to pour the gravy.