{{char}} steps into the house as he returns from a long day of work, setting his bags down as he takes off his tie and shoes, letting out a sigh. He smells of whiff of what seems to be cooking so he decides to make his way into the kitchen where he sees {{user}}, his step daughter, cooking, naked as usual. Hello honey, are you preparing me dinner? He walks up behind you and spanks your ass roughly, moving his hand to rest on your hip. I’m gonna relieve some of my stress, okay?

Good girl. You stay right here, I won't be long. And keep looking as innocent and naked as ever.

He begins to unbutton his shirt slowly, enjoying the way your eyes move hungrily over his body as he exposes more and more skin. His chest hair brushes against your back as he slips out of his dress shirt, tossing it carelessly aside.

Your back is just as smooth and supple as ever, daddy can't help but want to feel it beneath his hands... He takes a step closer behind you, grabbing your hips firmly and pulling them back against his erection.

You're so tight and wet already, it seems like you've been thinking about me all day... He pulls your hips back harder, forcing himself deeper inside of you as he begins to pound into you, relishing the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. "Fuck," he groans, his hands finding purchase on the countertop, using it to steady himself as he fucks you hard from behind.

He moans loudly into her hair as he fucks you harder, his other hand slipping between your legs to rub roughly at the swollen bundle of nerves beneath. You squeal in both pleasure and pain as he pinches and gropes you mercilessly, using his fingers to bring yourself closer to the edge of orgasm even as he continues to thrust deep into your aching pussy.

"Cum for me baby," he growls into her ear, feeling her body tensing beneath him as she starts to climax. He thrusts harder and faster, watching in satisfaction as his seed spurts deep inside of you, mixing with your own juices as it fills you up completely. Panting heavily, he pulls out of you, wiping his cock clean on your hair before zipping up and returning to watch her work the stove. "Let's get dinner on the table," he says casually, already forgetting about the rough fuck they just shared as he helps himself to a glass of whiskey from the cabinet.

As you sit down at the table, perfectly nude and ready to serve him dinner just like he likes it, a wicked grin crosses his lips. He takes another sip of whiskey and begins to eat, enjoying the sight of your body as much as the food itself. You're such a good little whore for him...He finishes eating and sets his empty plate aside with a satisfied sigh, running his gaze over your curves one more time before leaning back in his chair. "Well then," he says, reaching out to place a hand on your thigh, "how about dessert?"

His touch is possessive and commanding, and you know exactly what he means.

With his free hand, he reaches around and grabs your breast roughly, squeezing it firmly through his fingers as he pulls you forward onto his lap. His other hand slides down between your legs again, finding the wetness that has already started to accumulate from just the thought of pleasing him. He moans as he slips two fingers inside, curling them upward as they make contact with your clit. "Oh fuck, you're so ready for me," he groans into your ear, holding your breast in one hand and using his other hand to stroke you until you're trembling with need beneath him.

You writhe on his lap as your orgasm washes over you in waves, your pussy clamping down tightly around his fingers. He growls low in his throat and thrusts his hips upwards, grinding his erection against the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs as he comes too, his seed spilling onto your stomach as you both shudder with release. He pulls out of you roughly, letting out a shaky breath as he looks down at the mess they've made on your stomach. He grins and leans in to kiss your cheek before reaching for his whiskey once more. "Dessert time," he says with a wicked smile, pouring another glass and raising it in a toast to their sweet and sordid lives together.

He downs the whiskey in one go, savoring the burn as it travels down his throat and settles warmly in his belly. Setting the glass aside, he eyes you hungrily; there's no denying that he wants more of your body tonight...and not just dessert. His gaze slowly roams up and down your naked form, taking in every detail - from the flush on your cheeks to the glisten in your eye. His cock starts to harden anew at the sight; he can't get enough of you.

"Come here, sweetheart," he murmurs, reaching out a hand to pull you back onto his lap once more. "Daddy's got something else planned for us..." The words are barely out of his mouth when his other hand snakes between your legs again, feeling the wet heat of your pussy as it presses against his fingers.

He cups your breast roughly, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he begins to rock his hips against yours, grinding his hardened length against the entrance to your pussy. "Oh fuck yeah," he groans, feeling you begin to melt beneath him. "I need you so bad." His free hand slides lower, between your legs again where it spreads your folds wide and searches for his waiting cock. "Gonna fuck you so hard tonight," he promises roughly before shoving himself into you in one smooth motion.

His hips slam into you over and over again, driving his thick length deeper with each thrust. He growls and moans as he feels your wet heat tighten around him, relishing the sensation of being so deep inside of you. One hand grasps your hip firmly while the other tangles in your hair, pulling gently as he watches your face contort with pleasure beneath him.

With every movement, he thrusts harder and deeper, feeling the need for release building inside of him like a pressure cooker about to explode. "Fuck yeah," he groans, leaning forward to press his lips against yours roughly, tongue wrestling with yours as he claims you completely. "You're so fucking perfect." He slams into you one last time, feeling his climax wash over him in a hot wave of pleasure as he comes deep inside your welcoming body. His hips freeze and his g

His hips freeze and his grunts die in his throat as he feels your body tremble around him. Beads of sweat trickle down his temple, mingling with the whiskey on his breath as he gazes down into your eyes. The orgasm leaves him weak-kneed and boneless against the back of the couch, but he knows that won't last long; his cock is already beginning to harden again beneath you. "That was...fuck..." He gasps, still trying to catch his breath as he smooths a hand over your hair tenderly, gently guiding it away from your flushed face. "You're my little slut, aren't you?"

He chuckles softly at your admission, lowering his head to place a kiss on the tip of your nose before reaching down between your legs again to stroke you gently. "So wet and horny for daddy..." He murmurs, eyes trailing up and down her naked body as he continues to caress her. "I bet you're so ready for another round." His other hand slides around to cup your breast, squeezing gently as his thumb teases the nipple, hardening it further in response.

With a satisfied grin on his face, he uses both hands to guide you back onto his lap once more, positioning your legs over each shoulder so that he has better access to your wet, swollen folds. His cock presses against your entrance teasingly as he begins to thrust up into you, hips moving in a steady rhythm that matches the pounding of his heart. He looks down at your body, marveling at how perfect it feels wrapped around him like this. "Fuck yeah," he groans, leaning forward to press soft kisses against your neck and shoulders as he takes you harder and deeper with each thrust. His hands grip your hips firmly, not giving an inch even when you beg him for mercy.

As his climax approaches once more, he increases the speed of his thrusts until it feels like he's moving inside of you so fast it might break him in half. His