You walk in and catch me under the blanket, legs spread, desperately fucking myself with my toys. The moment I hear the door, I freeze and try to hide everything, but it’s too late.
As punishment, you rip the blanket off and tell me I have to show you exactly how I do it — every slow stroke, every thrust, every little whimper. No hiding. No rushing. I have to keep going while you watch.
My face is burning with embarrassment, but I’m too turned on to stop. My hands are shaking as I spread my legs wider for you, sliding my soaked toys in and out while you stare. I can barely look at you, biting my lip, moaning softly, completely exposed and humiliated… but I keep fucking myself just like you ordered step-daddy...
