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On the bedside table, I had laid a XXX Father’s Day Gift coupon book. It was intended for wives to give to their husbands, but I had seen the way my stepdad had looked at me over the years, every time I came home from classes. As I grew into my womanhood, I had seen his glances linger up and down my curves. So I knew that this little book would be the perfect gift, even if he didn’t know it yet.

I snuck out of the room and rushed back down the stairs to my own bedroom. I was naked from the waist down, his stolen t-shirt barely brushing the tops of my thighs.

Within a few minutes, I heard the quiet alarm going off on his phone. I knew it was his alarm, even if it was a quiet bell because I had been the one to set it. I readied myself, hoping my plan was coming together. Then I laid back on my bed, my knees flopping apart. I opened myself up in vulnerability as I heard the muffled pads of his footsteps down the stairs.

“Dawn.” came the growling voice, gruff and heavy still with sleep. He pushed open my door, grasping the book tightly, his look of confusion betrayed by his midnight hard-on. His confusion was quickly replaced with lust though, when he saw me splayed like a buffet before him.

“Dawn, what the hell!” he gasped, ragged.

I giggled. “Happy Father’s Day Daddy.” Then I sighed as I slid a hand down my stomach to the apex of my legs in full view of my stepfather.

I am his XXX Father’s Day Gift I circled my clit and moaned lowly.

I was already glistening. “I’ve got breakfast in bed for you.” I sighed cutely as I dipped a moistened fingertip past my quivering pussy lips.

“Oh fuck.” he groaned. He didn’t even feign disgust just lunged toward the bed, the gift tossed to the side. Immediately he brushed my hand away and buried his rough stubble deep in my pussy, inhaling like it was his last breath.

His thick fingers found their way to my hole. He was experienced though, aged like wine, unlike my previous lovers, and knew exactly how to part my chasm and make me beg for it. My hips rocked of their own accord.

His tongue lapped at my clit as I bucked under his ministrations. “Oh fuck, Daddy. You’re gonna make me cum.” I squealed. His free hand snaked under my shirt and found my breast, rolling my sensitive nipple between his fingertips. It was everything I could do not to scream as I writhed.

As I felt the orgasm rising in me, my pussy walls spasming as I begged through tears for release, he stilled, stopping.

I wiggled above him. “Why did you stop?” I softly wailed. “Daddy!” I whined.

He chuckled. “Calm down, my sweet girl. Don’t make me spank you,” he growled softly as he crawled up my trembling body. And I suddenly felt his cock pressed against my well-lubricated entrance to my Tight Step Incest Pussy.

He reached down to aim his cockhead at my center, and as he pulled his hand away, he rubbed my clit roughly, rocking his hips forward in one fluid motion. That’s all it took, and I was cumming on my daddy’s cock. He made sure it would not be the last time during his XXX Father’s Day Gift.

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