Daddy’s Sweet Angel Bounces Over Her Stepdad’s Cock – Mydadsex

“It’s Okay, Daddy. I’ll Be a Good Girl for You”

Winterith twisted the door handle to the master bedroom and tiptoed inside, her heart pounding in anticipation. Her stepfather Jackson was fast asleep, sprawled out naked across the king-sized bed. The moonlight streaming through the curtains illuminated his chiseled physique – broad shoulders, powerful arms, six-pack abs. Winterith’s mouth watered at the sight.

She had been lusting after Jackson ever since her mother brought him home six months ago. At 19, Winterith was more than old enough to understand her own desires. And she desired her stepfather deeply. His raw sexuality, the way he looked at her sometimes when he thought she wasn’t paying attention… it drove her wild with forbidden fantasies.

Now, creeing closer to the bed, Winterith marveled at the thick snake sleeping between Jackson’s muscular thighs – his wonderfully huge cock, the very thing that played center role in all her naughtiest daydreams. She wasn’t a virgin, but no boy she had been with could compare to the sheer size and manly presence of Jackson’s massive member.

Holding her breath, Winterith knelt between her stepfather’s outstretched legs. She reached out slowly, her delicate fingers dancing along Jackson’s defined abs, trailing lower… lower… until her fingertips brushed against the tip of his sleeping shaft. A contented sigh escaped him and she froze, eyes wide. But Jackson remained fast asleep, snoring softly. Emboldened, she wrapped her small hand around the thick base of his cock.

Instantly it began to plump and stiffen in her grip. Within seconds, Jackson’s slack member had grown erect, its generous length reaching up to brush against his navel as it bobbed, throbbing with life. Winterith gulped, slightly intimidated but mostly thrilled by the impressive display of manhood she now held in her grasp.

Steadying the thick shaft, she leaned down and placed a chaste peck on the bulbous crown. Jackson shifted slightly, mumbling in his sleep. Her heart raced. Despite the danger, Winterith became more daring, flicking out her tongue to give the leaking slit a slow, savoring lick, relishing the salty musk of her stepfather’s most intimate essence.

Enmeshed in the throes of his dreams, Jackson rolled onto his back, giving Winterith better access. Eyes shining with determination, she parted her plump lips and took the engorged head into her warm, eager mouth. She could only fit an inch or two of his immense girth at first, but she bobbed her head up and down slowly, firmly, relishing the silken steel of his shaft gliding along her tongue.

Winterith had imagined this moment so many times. Now that it was real, she found her inexperienced hands and tongue instinctively knew just what to do, as if some dormant inner wisdom had been awakened. She lavished Jackson’s cock with adoring affection, licking and slurping, suckling hungrily at his swollen tip.

Soon, Jackson began to twitch and moan louder, his hips lifting involuntarily to meet her mouth. Winterith took him deeper, watching his face for any sign of waking. His eyelids fluttered but remained closed, his breathing growing heavier, more labored. Hungry for more of his essence, she relaxed her throat and felt his huge cock head slide past the tight ring of muscle, reaching down her tight throat.

Jackson grunted and his hands flew down to tangle in her hair. Winterith tensed, wondering if he was finally rousing. But his hands stayed there on reflex, not pushing her away but rather pulling her closer as his hips began to piston of their own accord, fucking her hot mouth with growing urgency.

“Yes…fuck, angel…so good, so deep…” he muttered, mistaking his little sister, his taboo stepdaughter, for some dream bimbo. Winterith moaned around his sliding member, ecstatic desire flooding her as her stepfather unwittingly defiled her innocent throat.

Trailing one hand down between her thighs, Winterith shamelessly rubbed her dripping panties as she serviced him. She arrived at the peak of climax just as Jackson pulled her down hard and held her there, his giant cock erupting in her gullet, painting her throat and belly with his hot, salty release. She gulped it down greedily, not spilling a single precious drop.

As the first tremor of orgasm pulsed through her, Jackson went limp, his hands releasing her hair as he rolled back onto his stomach, still sleeping the morning away. Winterith withdrew her mouth from his softening manhood and sat back on her heels, catching her breath. Her whole body tingled with forbidden electricity.

“Was I a good girl, Daddy?” she whispered, glancing down at Jackson’s now flaccid cock, still glistening with her saliva. Then, unable to resist the childish temptation of one last intimate contact before sneaking away, she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his sticky shaft before PR opponents straightening and tiptoeing out of the room.

Winterith couldn’t wait until next time…and there would definitely be a next time.