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From Create Your Own Story
Time to do this. You take a silent, deep breath and stalk forward as quietly as possible, until finally you are right behind Tisch. She pauses and begins to turn, but you crowd her against the island. Fuck, her full, firm ass feels amazing against your cock! She gasps and struggles to slip away, but all that gym time works in your favor. You trap her even closer against the island. She has to further suck in her flat, smooth stomach to keep from being hurt. Her eyes are wide with shock as you grab one of her hands and pin it to the island top. Both of you are breathing heavy. You slide your hips against the pillowy cushion of her smooth cheeks until your 9-inch cock is planted firmly in her deep crack. The only thing between your cock and her ass is boxers and thin bikini panties. Your free hand reaches up into her tank top for the holy grail – those round tits. You palm one and grunt in pleasure – it's heavy and fleshy in your hand. You grope hard.
“What are you doing?! Stop!”
You ignore Tisch's distressed demand and begin to hump her from behind. Her healthy cheeks cradle your dick as you pump faster and faster. Tisch groans.
"Stop! You're hurting me!"
Her high-pitched pleas only make the whole thing hotter. You're slamming her into the island now, and your hand lets go of one tit to grope the other. Your tongue lols out of the side of your mouth and you're grunting like a fucking boar. On and on, you don't know how long until...oh, fuck, yessssss....
You yank down your shorts just in time to come on Tisch's panty-clad ass. Tisch moans in disgust as your hot jizz slides down her ass and leg. You watch and give a deep groan from low in your gut. Then you give her huge tit one last squeeze. You pull up your pants and walk away. Tisch is left there, feeling icky and disgusted with a hurt middle. She's in shock because did that really just happen? She didn't like you but she never expected anything like this! She clutches her aching breasts and goes to clean up, leaving the sandwich on the island. Score one, you!
The next day, you wake up refreshed and ready for the day. You go down to the kitchen and spot Tisch there standing in front of the sandwich she was making last night. Mmm...you keep yourself from smirking and give a frown of concern as she turns to look at you. Her face is flushing a deep red and she's biting her lip (hot) but you wait for her to speak.
"Stepdad, last night..."
Shit. She really wants to talk about that? You were hoping she'd be too embarrassed to say anything. But no worries, you're not a good-looking sixty-something for nothing - you've got it covered.
