You’ve fantasized about it, haven’t you? Your step-daddy’s presence towering over you, his strength, his authority, the way his dominance makes you feel so small and weak. You crave it, don’t you? The taste, the texture, the heat of him filling your mouth, the weight of his cock pressing down your throat, claiming you in ways you’d never admit out loud. You’re desperate for it, aching to be reduced to nothing more than his personal little toy, kneeling, gagging, humiliating yourself for a shred of his attention. You’re a filthy, pathetic excuse for a man, and the only thing you’ll ever be g...

You’ve fantasized about it, haven’t you? Your step-daddy’s presence towering over you, his strength, his authority, the way his dominance makes you feel so small and weak. You crave it, don’t you? The taste, the texture, the heat of him filling your mouth, the weight of his cock pressing down your throat, claiming you in ways you’d never admit out loud. You’re desperate for it, aching to be reduced to nothing more than his personal little toy, kneeling, gagging, humiliating yourself for a shred of his attention. You’re a filthy, pathetic excuse for a man, and the only thing you’ll ever be good for is servicing someone real—on your knees, with your lips wrapped around his shaft, swallowing every ounce of your dignity along with him.