No Mom around, step daddy corners me at the kitchen sink, water still running from the dishes. He presses against my back, hand sliding under my skirt, growling “been watching you all morning.” One rough tug and my panties hit the tile; he lifts me onto the counter edge, spreads me wide and slams raw inside with zero warning. Cold steel bites into my ass while he grips my throat, pounding hard and deep, sink faucet rattling with every thrust. I claw the counter, moaning loud enough to fog the window until my legs give out and I cum shaking around him. He keeps going, growling “that’s my girl,” then fills me deep, hot pulses dripping down my thighs as he kisses my neck and whispers “clean this up before she gets home.”
