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Ryan McLane walks in on his stepdaughter Isabella Jules, vibrator humming like a mischievous bee against her pussy, and bam—awkward alert levels hit the roof. He stammers through a chat, insisting it's totally normal, that everyone's got their solo fun. Everyone, you say? Isabella's eyes light up with that cheeky glint. 'Prove it, stepdad. Whip it out and stroke that cock right here.' Ryan's brain screams 'nope, that's crossing lines!' But she hits him with the guilt trip: 'I'll be scarred for life unless you even the score.' Sigh. He knows it's bonkers wrong, but therapy bills? No thanks. Blushing like a tomato, Ryan unzips and starts pumping his dick, shame burning hot. Then Isabella peels off her top, those perky tits bouncing free, and drops to her knees—poof, shame evaporates into pure lust. She wraps her hand around him, stroking slow and teasing, before whispering, 'Want my mouth on it?' Ryan's willpower crumbles faster than a cookie; he nods, and she dives in, sucking him deep. Horniness in the driver's seat now, she climbs aboard, sinking her wet pussy onto his thick cock. As she bounces, her juices cream up everywhere, soaking that tight hole while Ryan thrusts up hard. She cums like a fireworks show, clenching around stepdaddy's dick. Finally, she pops off, mouth open wide, catching his massive load and letting it drip down her chest in sticky trails. Ah, even Stevens at last—wink wink.
Ryan McLane walks in on his stepdaughter Isabella Jules, vibrator humming like a mischievous bee against her pussy, and bam—awkward alert levels hit the roof. He stammers through a chat, insisting it's totally normal, that everyone's got their solo fun. Everyone, you say? Isabella's eyes light up with that cheeky glint. 'Prove it, stepdad. Whip it out and stroke that cock right here.' Ryan's brain screams 'nope, that's crossing lines!' But she hits him with the guilt trip: 'I'll be scarred for life unless you even the score.' Sigh. He knows it's bonkers wrong, but therapy bills? No thanks. Blushing like a tomato, Ryan unzips and starts pumping his dick, shame burning hot. Then Isabella peels off her top, those perky tits bouncing free, and drops to her knees—poof, shame evaporates into pure lust. She wraps her hand around him, stroking slow and teasing, before whispering, 'Want my mouth on it?' Ryan's willpower crumbles faster than a cookie; he nods, and she dives in, sucking him deep. Horniness in the driver's seat now, she climbs aboard, sinking her wet pussy onto his thick cock. As she bounces, her juices cream up everywhere, soaking that tight hole while Ryan thrusts up hard. She cums like a fireworks show, clenching around stepdaddy's dick. Finally, she pops off, mouth open wide, catching his massive load and letting it drip down her chest in sticky trails. Ah, even Stevens at last—wink wink.
